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      September 30, 2018Susan NguyenI Want to Burn the Frat House of America to the Ground

      after Jennifer Weiner

      Look, America, I have tasted you
      before and you taste like beer.
      Pabst. Natty Boh. Schlitz.
      In a can and warm.
      You taste like lemonade powder in vodka,
      fire hydrant water collecting in sewers.
      America, the beautiful:
      don’t you look impossible tonight?
      A two-headed coin. You told me
      I’m sexy, I’m beautiful, I’m wanted, unwanted, not a 10
      but here we are in your bedroom
      and I’m a secret. I’m impossible.
      Do you know how to be sorry?
      I’m a snack, you said, and guess who’s hungry.
      America, where are your hands?
      You should know: I remember
      everything.
      You pulled back my elbows
      and asked how could anyone
      be sure of my face in the dark?
      America, you duct taped
      my hands to a 40 and said drink
      You duct taped my hands to two 40s and took my phone away
      You duct taped my two hands and said do something
      America, how could you
      I want to burn all the frat houses all the America all the ground
      I want to America the frat house burning
      America, run
      America, here is where the burning body turns into ground
      America, you could
      America, show me

      from Poets Respond

      Susan Nguyen

      “I wrote this poem because I believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford and because it was difficult to watch her testify at the Senate hearing this past week. The poem’s original inspiration and its title comes from an op-ed by Jennifer Weiner in the New York Times with the byline “I want to burn the frat house of America to the ground.’”