a letter for letting go.

oh america,
how is the weather in france?
did you visit the eiffel tower
and get croissant on your lips?
i did not think you’d look
like this. oh la liberté, oh

 

how that copper must
feel pressed against her. is
freedom ever anything more
than to be free to love her?

 

 

oh america, my dear, all
things rust within a year.
i wish they’ll tarnish well
for you. promise you’ll
keep france near.

 

promise not to be a brut like me.

 

yours sincerely,
lovingly

england

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