*inspired by the Twitter hashtag+
+inspired by Kellyanne Conway commentary on the false reporting of the inauguration turnout
Tom Hardy is my boyfriend.
So is Joseph Gordon-Levitt
and Maggie Gyllenhall is my girlfriend.
We all hang out with Virginia Woolf on the
weekends and talk about Jacob’s Room and The Waves.
Then we read Adrienne Rich and talk about
Zora Neale Hurston and James Baldwin
and go have wine with all of them because
they live just down the street from me and used to have
lunch with my mother while reading blue ghazals.
My pet panther sleeps at the foot of my bed
dark as night and purring rich like velvet.
She could rip my throat in a second
with the claws she polishes with her
but she reserves that behavior for Nazis
and people who think Starbucks’ windows
are more valuable than human lives.
Liberals don’t have a racism problem
and the democratic party isn’t just a kinder
version of the capitalist system that’s strangling us all.
Respectability politics work.
Protestors should be nicer and if we were all just
patient and waited while people die in police custody
instead of wanting to have their humanity acknowledged
things would get better.
Native Americans are just fine–there was no genocide.
Rape culture isn’t real and victims don’t get blamed
and rapists actually serve their time
and prisons aren’t filled with people who committed minor offenses
while the real murderers serve in positions of power and sign
that send drones with cameras, not bombs, to countries where
we spread “democracy.”
America really is “exceptional” you know–
we say so over and over and over and over
that America is the greatest nation in the world.
Having a “classy” family in the White House
is the most important thing, after all, because if we
look respectable it must make us great.
Make America love again–I’m not sure when
America ever did. And see, now I’m done with
“alternate facts” because
the fact is that America’s story
should really be a crime novel or an episode
of Dexter to draw attention to the blood spatter
that decorates our hands.