Dear Monica Lewinsky

I fall back. A thousand holy golden female voices hailing, lifting up, un-questioning, bright, pushed with a joyful breath that renews and renews and renews itself. I cannot see anything, but

A blast of light. Blindness. Heat on my face.

I fall back. A thousand holy golden female voices hailing, lifting up, un-questioning, bright, pushed with a joyful breath that renews and renews and r…