Envy   I envy you — I do. I envy everyone. I envy Trump for all his booming shamelessness, and I envy the devil   for his horns, his freedom from the rules. I envy showgirls and the souls in heaven shredding on their harps. I envy fools,   loving themselves all the way to the tomb and beyond. I envy Einstein the tools of his trade — an armchair in a quiet room.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont April 2019