the ones that sit in filthy kitchens
discussing where the country
has gone wrong
over coffee and cigarettes

and do you want to take a drive?

forty minutes
to where the waitresses bleed
and call it love

a half an hour to where another
walked away from her parked car on
a sunlit afternoon and was
never seen again

these stories that i share freely
and the fact that they
mean nothing beyond themselves

the fact that what we hate
isn't necessarily what we attack

consider dickey

a man lost in the suburbs

lost in his own house

in his own kitchen while
bombs fall on sleeping families
twenty years in his past

while fire sticks to the skins
of babies and
of their pregnant mothers

war at night
and from a safe distance

the need to destroy the weakest

a boy locked in a cage in
a basement in philadelphia

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