Today's poem is by Ocean Vuong
Of Thee I Sing
We're riding in the back of the black
limousine. They have lined
the road to shout our names.
They have faith in your golden hair
& pressed blue suit.
They have a good citizen
in me. I love my country.
I pretend nothing is wrong.
I pretend not to see the man
& his blonde daughter diving
for cover, that you're not saying
my name & it's not coming out
like a slaughterhouse.
I'm not really Jackie-O
& there isn't a hole in your head, a brief
rainbow through a mist
of rust. I love my country
but who am I kidding? I'm holding
your brains in, darling.
my sweet, sweet Jack.
I'm reaching across the trunk
for a shard of your memory,
the one where we kiss & the nation
glitters. Your slumped back.
Your hand letting go. You're all over
the seat now, deepening
my fuschia dress. But I'm a good
citizen, surrounded by Jesus
& ambulances. I love
this country. The twisted faces.
My country. The blue sky. Black
limousine. My one white glove
glistening pinkwith all
our American dreams.
Copyright © 2016 Ocean Vuong All rights reserved
from Gulf Coast
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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