Someday I’ll Love America

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after Roger Reeves

 

Until then, allow us our sugar and our salt. Herbal teas with antioxidants

and imported coffee beans. Soft butter and assortments of fresh cheeses.

 

We will believe our boldest lies. The world will know how very large we are

below the waist, and our many, many, many guns how near, because they

 

keep us warm while we fire them in cold blood; allow us the bullets till

that promised day. Allow us to raise our children in wholesome villages:

 

the little girls taught to keep their legs closed until forced wide and open,

the little boys built in image of wrecking balls as homage to what swings

 

below the belt, what we praised allegiance to earlier. Yes, let us have our

families. Let us have the colored ones play hunted ducks to our buckshot,

 

none of them swans worth saving. Failing schools will all be closed down,

and jails had more and more often for teaching the hard lessons. God will be

 

praised on Sunday and in all campaign speeches. Policemen will pull old

Southern tricks out of their holsters. The word faggot will live in the closets

 

of our mouths. Yes, give us our mouths till then: for spouting slurs and saliva.

Give us syringes. Baking soda. The suburbs and shopping malls full of angst-

 

filled teens. Give us bombs with remote controls. Movie villains that speak

Arabic through yellowed teeth. Maybe a spicy Latina to clean the ghosts of

 

our weekend appetites off the floor. We will naturally root for the Cowboys

over the Redskins. We will eat gluten-free but glutton. We will drink and then

 

drive drunk down the throat of darkness. Let us. Let us remember to take our

male enhancement pills. Let us have the pornography of our wildest dreams.

 

Let us fall in love and through the bottom, on top of a bed of bones we say

isn’t there – where all the tribes sleep still, still wrapped in tainted blankets.

 

 

Photo by Ed Schipul

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About Author

Cortney Lamar Charleston is a Cave Canem fellow and Pushcart Prize nominated poet living in Jersey City, NJ. His poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Beloit Poetry Journal, Crab Orchard Review, Eleven Eleven, Fugue, Hayden's Ferry Review, The Journal, The Normal School, Pleiades, Rattle, Southern Humanities Review and elsewhere.

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