U is for upper‑middle working class when the survey asks. R is for repair, Revolution, other conflicts that lack limit in any definitional sense. Oh questions we dare not ask for fear of breaking rank or losing funding. Occasional anguish but nothing compared to what I will reach when I peak & P is for Preakness. N is for next: next wife, next car, next life I would spend the bones in this flesh one by one to touch. L is for lean in the cups of boys in white shirts billowing free in Mississippi towns so small, they are visible only when passing through them, like death. I is for individual drive trumps all concern when it comes to this business of living joyously at the edge of wit, watching half a world drown with your hands tied. Fears we cathect onto men holding best intentions close to the chest as one might guilt or guns & of course G is for guns, G-men, guillotines draped in flame we dream any hellscape holds if it’s up to snuff. E is for elephants & their semblances, every political animal laboring under some less‑than‑human name. Cocaine, Coca-Cola, the cacophonous wail of drones filling air with wartime. B is for blacks belting blues before burial, the blood they let to give the flag its glimmer.
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