thankstaking

WHO ARE YOU thanking?

and why don't you mean it? every single time you open your american mouth and shove into it the spoils of whatever war, why; we buck the sincerity of gratitude? how, with all that white and dark meat and sugared cranberries, can the generalized other, not find the extra calories to recognize that, really, it's all not that bad? our jobs don't really suck and our voices aren't really being ignored? i am thankful _for_

WHO ARE YOU thanking?

and why don't you mean it? why don't you--

i am thankful _to_
i am thankful

(what if you are the surplus population. you are extra. you will be thrown away.)

i am thankful for the minutes i have in each day.


[i am the sharpest spire on your church. i am the brightest blast of your opponent's cannon. i am the obvious intellectual hero of your fantasy and the coldest chill that runs down your spine. i am the eye of the robot.]