[fiction by BEN SEGAL]

The President, ours, defending. His lean hands tie together strands of spaghetti, one after the other, for miles. He carts the whole to the edge of Mexico, triumphant, his limp fence to bake hard in the sun.

More fiction by Ben Segal is featured in [C.], an anthology of Stamp Stories from MLP.

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