My America often disagrees with me. It carries guns around in its pockets but never takes them out at the right times anymore. Something broke up about twenty years ago, missing like a tooth sucked out during a tornado. Too much was going on with the wind to notice what was missing from our mouths. My America loves too hard and hates too easy. It lets go of the past like the last coin in the last slot before last call. Empty out the past and America might become nothing or everything to everyone for all the time we have left together.
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