The White Man’s Erasure

I like tidying up. I’m barely self-indulgent.

I’m pretty neat, actually.

American dreams devour others. I’ve always been a colonial.

I lived some distance from the main transmitter.

Well, it gives you a sense of superiority, doesn’t it?

I’ve been less conditioned. You went through the machine.

I was washed by hand. I’m not blaming you understand.

Should that be followed by a question mark?

What’s your epitaph? He wasn’t sure.

You’ve got a rubber. Why won’t you use it?

Remember, my child. Said the pervert.

You may cross but don’t rub me out.

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