day 5

vegetables & mickey's & dinner theatre for one: dear america, how many want the same, bright green bottles. dear america: you say i'm ripping off allen ginsberg, america? allen ginsberg is dead, america, you don't know him. he's gone. dear america, i once wrote a letter to a girl who wrote a letter to santa claus and it was the sixth grade. dear america, i don't understand my comforts and i never meant them. dear america, i'm lonely when the trees go down and the lights turn on. dear america, i am moving to new york and sometimes i say it is my favorite of all your children. america, who is your favorite child, is it new? if your last name was york wou8ld it maybe be new. dear america, i drank a diet dr. pepper from a can. it cost me 88 cents. it made me proud. does diet dr. pepper make you proud? dear america, i scare so easy, i fall straight down when they take out the trash. dear america, i grew uyp in a suburb. i sat on the curb in estonia, a gypsy begged for change. i once lived on rue de la baume, the man by the metro stop kept asking for change. once i saw him with a snow globe. i'd like to drop a euro in the hot chocolate machine upstairs and not understand the billboards. i like when you can ride a train when the today feels like riding a train. i can't do that here. i can't hear myself speaking, my voice has been muffled in my ears and i have to rip the papers down by toimorrow. america, do you have a state where the sun won't go down and how do i get there. america, i can't trust you right now and i don't expect an answer. you are not the shining sea and neither am i and please lets just not pretend.