I woke up as an American citizen
the way one wakes up
with a dick drawn on their back
in permanent marker.
Scrolling the news,
I read that several American flags
jumped another flag
and beat it so badly
you can’t see its colors anymore.
It’ll have to be completely reconstructed.
The American flag on my neighbor’s lawn
moved in with a Trump 2024 sign,
and they won’t stop yelling everything—
even their “I love you”s—
and it’s ruining my sleep.
The American flag outside the 7-Eleven
has the heaviest bags
under its eyes, and when I can’t sleep,
we smoke menthols together.
It’s as near to friends
as I’ve ever been with a flag.
But the truest American flag
is still the one on the moon
pretending it can fly.