American Promiscuity
Farewell America,
my land, my love
my first kiss
first sip
first hit.
my old hag, my nagging school teacher
my giddy child.
enough, Lady Liberty,
LET ME BREATHE!
Could you leave this taste in my mouth
until I land somewhere; a place where I'm left
only the right to liberate myself.
You whore yourself to the oceans,
so let me touch,
taste,
grab whatever shore I can reach.
Wait till the sweaters come out of the drawers
and rest around necks in knots;
box my ear, embrace me with your copper arms,
and by the light of your torch, rejoice
at how I've dragged my feet!
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