For some of us, to be American
is to fit, is to be
snug, warm and dry.
For others, to be American
is to walk every day through
a mist and barely notice it
until the morning you realize
you cannot breathe and
have in fact been slowly drowned.
And for some, to be American
is to be elsewhere looking through a window
with great longing
and not be able to see the latter
because of how well we hide it
behind the former.
Dark Matter 