AMERICA, IN THE END.

trying to figure out how to protect my parents from y’all in this country they tricked us into coming to

while they get called foreign by others and our skin folk alike

processing a blithe

“Their country is really poor”

from a woman i cannot swing on

or explain colonialism to

while muting notes about slavery and pedophilia’s seemingly unending shadows

while making entertaining “content” for pennies

while trying not to get sick doing it

because i’m losing my insurance

while pulling myself apart to put me back together

while tending seedlings so we eat more fresh veggies

while pushing my body to be stronger

while laughing in meetings with other liars and frauds

who are also liars and frauds to survive

“How are you?”

“Can’t complain.”

cosplaying during the apocalypse.