Category: America

America 15

America sits
and practices detachment,
observing it all.

America dreams.
A mass of opacity,
white nothing other—

America lies
in a bed, not her bed, in
a room, not her room,

America sits
on the sidewalk in the sleet,
says, “Merry Christmas,”

Yes, America
can, yes it does—chops itself
down, then it forgets.

America kicks
a golden crown down the road,
into the gutter.

America puts
on a golden crown. It weighs
a ton, but that’s just,

Saint America
sits and does the Times’ crossword
on Mondays, maybe

Turtle Island wakes
to America wailing,
“Razed, razed, all razed, plains

I am out walking
when America, in black
hijab and aba