Poetry

I’m Not Good, I’m American

Prompt from Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) at The Brain is a Noodle

Photo by Josh Johnson on Unsplash

I’m not a good person, I’m an American.
I ate cashews with glee
until the soft crunching tasted
like little brown fingers
salted. I don’t eat them now.
my clothes are blood.
my sKIN/care is blood
my furniture is Poison, dipped
in Blood.
I’m no good.
I look at white men and see…