By Serena
I have been thinking about your dreams.
I want to be America like I want to be beautiful
I know I am England–
I am sorry as England is sorry, I am small as England is small
with its unfashionable hat and its aversion to genitalia
I watch you in the mirror – you are all lingerie and cellulite
Marilyn’s mandibles and tobacco blondes
My England looks in the mirror and sees only its own eyes
We would never work
You are always writing songs about Travis Kelce–
I, elegies for the Daily Mail.
You are waiting for me in Hooters and I seem to be a chicken bake in the Greggs display fridge.
You are the Kardashians and
outside of London I am mainly Croydon.
I cannot keep up with your pyrotechnic televangelists,
Your pharmaceutical genius, jam-filled centre,
your endless campaign that insists upon itself.
America is dilated and eager
Licking your lips, where is your shame?
I do not understand how you can chew your mouth is so full of teeth
The sun never sets.
I am just as red as Florida and I am with you always in Rockland–
We both know it is not enough!
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