Dear America,
we walk 2,000 miles to Your shore.
You can be everywhere if You can walk forever.
From one pole to the other
You sing lower, You sing higher.
The spin of the Earth,
the spit of every body
meld our minds, flow in and out of
the totality of meaning.
Realism.
Push Your Pussy through the passage of
time, complete the circuit of
rice and pudding,
steaks and eggs of birds,
plastic particles,
hard laughs and easy tears.
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