America, you laugh out hugely out of a map
Inside my memory you lie flat– resplendent
Your falsetto and faint sunrises with which
I’d like to say: how innocent
you are! But it is my youth which was that
as you carelessly cradled me
inside your songs which I had
sang off key, when everyone
sung by heart their Country this of thee
I sang astray. America, I was never true
And yet, America, what would I do?
without your neon lights that led me
to the highway ribbed and beauty twisted
the contradicting and contradicted – You.