We Regress Back to Refined Terror. {poetry}
In this war, those who have everything will fight back, as they did in the Renaissance. Nobody can live in half a palace.
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We’ve Become Crude: Our Common Tale of Woe. {poetry}
We’ve become boxers who bite opponents. We’ve become women who fail to report rape. We’ve become men who piss themselves. This is our common tale of woe.
Nanny State Blues: A Dystopian Fantasy. {poetry}
Nathan dumped his state-dispensed 4 oz. Jolly cup designed for kale and fish egg smoothies and guzzled home brew instead.
Everything Is Missing, Dad, Including You. {poetry}
Dad saw himself as disabled, and in some ways he was. He was an emotional cripple, that’s for sure. He flew into rages over nothing.
The Last Communist I Knew. {poetry}
The last communist I knew was my professor, an Italian from Calabria, who invited us
over for chess. He gulped wine and crawled around his kitchen floor.
Nuance of Damage: Who Started the Fires? {poetry}
Now we have to hide. The news reporter announced that all the world’stroubles could be traced back to us, yes, that means, you and me.
Indecent Exposure. {poetry}
We ate chow mein from a can. We put butter on our white rice
with black pepper. We thought sliced bread was a thing of wonder.
We salted our watermelon. We were racists.