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dwell

by jack-jenkins

america says look how honest we have become we do our sins outside now in daylight with name tags and livestreams and kevlar vests this is not corruption this is efficiency we do not hide the knife we sell it in the gift shop engraved with freedom and a twelve month payment plan we learned the dark was unnecessary once we realized nobody cared so we dragged the monsters into the street and found they already had jobs and pensions and podcasts and offices in places where power corrupts absolutely listen this is how a nation saves time it teaches its children to midwife the fire instead of trying to put it out to birth destruction so we dont have to look at it happening we call it realism we call it growth we call it being done pretending nostalgia is a loaded gun passed hand to hand everyone swearing it is empty because it belonged to their father we miss a past that never existed and hate anyone who remembers clearly the blind have declared vision intolerant they say stop staring stop pointing stop making us feel seen so the seeing gouge their own eyes to be polite to be safe to be loved and we clap because nothing frightens us more than someone who can still describe the room america i am so tired my mouth is full of broken teeth from biting my tongue into a shape you like my back is bent from carrying history and being told it never happened you say love it or leave it as if love were silence as if leaving were possible this is my rebuke soft enough to quote sharp enough to cut empty enough to echo you will wear it on a shirt you will chant it without hearing it you will call it brave because it does not ask you to change and still i write with this hollow pen wired straight to the hollow place because even now even here someone is listening and pretending not to see
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Jan 10
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