We
is one of those words
everyone kisses
but no one loves.
They
is said feverishly,
furtively, side-eye given
toward its target.
I
exalts and wallows
at once, misery
grounding satiety.
Us
means nothing. Like we
it barely exists. Written always
in blood, it dries quickly.
To speak American
is to know instinctively
the importance
of such words,
then cast them
casually about
and let the blood fall
as it will.
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