American't Sain't Verse (Right Around the Turn of a Sparse Millennium)

American’t Sain’t Verse (Right Around the Turn of a Sparse Millennium)

by Ouimette Martinez

If exile is the only war beside death, not beyond. And, the fear of homelessness keeps up the terror and saves it for ourselves, so young a nation and beautifully scared, it is in these words, naked nude with new work, that you took your turn, for my worst is my best. Then, it is wars I fear, more and less.