America you ring with joy at watching the smiling faces of the moneyed lenders
tell me to make my pledge to NPR in my will.
America when I’m gone I will leave you nothing but the stain in my underwear.
to the hard rails of the Beast, rumbling through the furnace of a merciless Chihuahuan summer.
sent me a bill for two-thousand-six-hundred-eighty-three-dollars and fifty-one-cents.
America these are the same hospitals that
dump decrepit old white women out of moving cars in front of run-down clinics in Los Angeles.
These are the same hospitals that send the uninsured into the streets of Galveston
with tumors on their spine malignant enough to paralyze arms.
The same hospitals, dear America, that let Anna Brown die in a jail cell in St Louis,
when the emergency room could have stopped that blood clot from reaching her heart
with some aspirin and a tiny dose of humanity.
Saudi Arabia – really?
Are these the two allies you want when you try to call yourself a Christian nation?
deep into my pockets and pull out my sensibilities.
America you are the algae bloom in Lake Erie.
Toledo can’t drink the water any more, turn ‘em over, they’re done.
America you are a hornet’s nest that kills pregnant women.
Your pets take selfies and then their owners fight over the copyright.
You let your husbands shoot their estranged wives in the face with a shotgun in
the early morning high school parking lots.
America your factories have been converted into Ikeas,
America I think you have run out of ideas.
You are just not funny any more, and I want to cancel my subscription.
America do you hear me banging on my pot and my pan?
America can you see me through the stained-blood window in the mist of the dirty rain?
I wanna take a picture, upload it to Instagram,
tell everyone: this wasn’t a wimper –