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From Susan Nguyen:

October 23, 2018

America, the beautiful:
don’t you look impossible tonight?
A two-headed coin. You told me
I’m sexy, I’m beautiful, I’m wanted, unwanted, not a 10
but here we are in your bedroom
and I’m a secret. I’m impossible.
Do you know how to be sorry?
I’m a snack, you said, and guess who’s hungry.

America, where are your hands?

You should know: I remember
everything.

You pulled back my elbows
and asked how could anyone
be sure of my face in the dark?

I Want to Burn the Frat House of America to the Ground

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From @ascpoetry

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