selfevident truths

america i still love you in spite

(after E. E. Cummings)

america i still love you in spite
of all of it i love you in the way
that migraine headaches love the light
that creeps in seeks them through the cracks i say
i love you like heat transference and some-
one said if i’m the source you are the sink
so i wrap my warm hands round you til i’m numb
so you won’t be so cold america i think
you told me the truth about what rights
are mine by god but did you ever tell me
all the selfevident truths we beatify
in ink and bruises dirt and shining sea
and if i can’t feel my fingers can i still fight?

She spoke. And sat to wait for a reply