Fuck
you.
Fuck
the state you’re from.
Fuck
its college football team.
Fuck
every jock that ever got to feel you up under your shirt.
Fuck
the three hundred people in your high school’s graduating class.
Fuck
your community theatre, the fake Irish bars on your main street,
and
your local zoning ordinances.
Fuck
your family’s affordable house,
painted
in muted and inoffensive tones.
Fuck
your white ethnic food festivals.
Fuck
your enormous supermarkets.
Fuck
the diner massacre that happened thirty years ago
that’s
only notable because it’s rare.
Fuck
your exacting economic segregation.
Fuck
your above ground pools.
Fuck
Arby’s.
Fuck
the regional band that continues to exist
because
of your terrible taste in music.
Fuck your big happy dog
Fuck your big happy dog
and
its big happy owners.
May
it never know rent control.
Fuck
your outlet mall.
Fuck
the love that made you,
that
let you believe you could hack it
in
a place that mattered
despite
having neither the stomach or spite
required.
Fuck
Miller High Life.
Fuck
your big goofy smile, your sun-soaked freckles
and
your common decency.
Fuck
your lack of appreciation for bitter jews
on
our worst days.
Fuck
your competent road workers
and
the short waits at your DMV.
Fuck
your kindness.
Fuck
your originality.
Fuck
you for being different
because
you used to be exactly the same.
Fuck
small-market baseball.
Fuck
your non-existent public transportation
and
your clean air.
Fuck
your stubborn, persistent
skepticism,
your
inability to reduce things
to
the cartoons they are.
Fuck
your warm voice
and
the truth it drops,
meticulously
laying out what is,
what
isn’t,
and
what you goddamn well should know by now.
Fuck
you,
that I am caught off guard
and for a moment, unashamed,
resentful of the halfway kitsch
my neighbors trade in,
that I would hear you rattle off
every mundane sliver of language,
that my heart would beat a building down
to hear it.
resentful of the halfway kitsch
my neighbors trade in,
that I would hear you rattle off
every mundane sliver of language,
that my heart would beat a building down
to hear it.
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