My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
You asked me if I was free
And I said, “Of course I’m free.”
And when you turned away I whispered, “I’m fucking American.”
“We’re pretty and sick; we’re young, and we’re bored.”