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We are swine, wild boars among the bluegrass

and salt-stained rocks. We are bitches, each teat


engorged, each rump distended. We are sass

and rage. Each foul word you use to mistreat


others — fucktard, ignoramus, nitwit —

that is us, too. Why does liberation


for you crave vile behavior? I’m unfit

to judge, clearly. Still, I love my cousin


even if my cousin doesn’t love me.

Today’s rebel is tomorrow’s tyrant


without this connection, without these ties

to each other that make us family.


We own the words that you use: faggot, cunt,

‘tard. So we defy you. We love. We rise.