ADHD PTSD Culture (poem)

America. Some years ago.... 

The Bush/Gore votes had been counted 
for some time and the animosity on Gore's side 
hadn't really been extinguished however the country 
in a default, general sort of way had moved forward. 

By 2003, 2004 the latest, the way I remember it, 
you were anti-patriotic if you didn't support 
the war and President Bush and everyone else 
in the heated pre-X pre-Twitter bullet-loading...discussions 
going on in print, the workplace, the et cetera et cetera. 

The way I remember it, it never stopped being 
maddening and depressing. 
Other people, foreign/unseen, immediate/close 
weren't burdened by this thing the way 
I felt burdened by this thing. 
Or if those feelings of agony were mutual, 
they seemed deeply-compartmentalized 
like pieces of a machine meant 
somehow 
to be estranged from the others in its assembly. 

Some years passed. 

Obama took office. 

And the residual trauma of those years seems to have been forgotten. 

While our own citizens murder our own citizens. 

While xenophobia and inexplicable fears of poor people 
nurture a self-pitying brand of racism and arrogant hopelessness 
and Georgia's Marjorie Taylor Greene is hunting Scooby-Doo's dognappers 
and spoiled charmless weasels loudly wonder why everyone in earshot 
is keeping their distance from them... 

While our collective willful ignorance ascends new heights of the petty and useless 

and even Richard Cheney isn't the villain that a lot of us could remember. 




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