You’re not big on choices,
But every option is available.
They told me you were in a flag,
Or a park.
Some asshole says you’re out on the highway.
Definitely not in LA.
You’re not in the Middle East, America:
I couldn’t find you in the supermarket,
Or the coin slot
Of the pay phone.
(I checked them all until there were none to check.)
Did you go inside to ice your knee?
Did you light out for the territories in an Uber?
There’s gotta be a frontier somewhere.
Are you just a legal fiction, America?
Like a corporation,
Or a marriage?
And this is all a snipe hunt.
Were you ever here at all?
Get on your knees.
Put your ear to the ground.
That’s progress you’re hearing, motherfucker.
you’re not there at all, are you?
You aimed for my heart, but missed the left turn
And got stuck in my head.