Fucking America
by JoJo Jacobson
I love America like an orgasm.
Because it often makes me scream,
sometimes it makes me giggle,
and if I am not ready for it,
it makes me cry.
I love the poetry and poets
(of America and orgasms)
because they do the same,
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would never exist without
America,
like most of my orgasms.
I love that I live in a place
that does not cut off my clit,
that does not marry me off
to a man I hate,
that does not work
to hush modesty upon the gorgeous spasms
it gives my heart and mind,
and lets me howl
as loud as I fuckin' want.
I love that it makes me pant
and rant, and gnash my teeth
and scream obscenities
and see differently
and move my ass
and remember the beautiful
while getting fucked deeply.
I hear it singin and swingin
and getting brazen and shameless,
it rambles and hums and changes,
trembling and hard
fertile and powerful
yelling and clashing and--
yes.
And sometimes it waxes poetic
just like me.
I fucking love America
like an orgasm
because it is where I come from
and who I am.
