When I address this letter: “Dear American Psycho”,
who am I speaking to?
The murderer that has no capacity to feel? Or the scarier one?
The one that feels everything but rationalizes it?
Are you the white collar business man getting away from another high,
Are you the person that switches malls when you see
too many people with dark skin
because that means you’re in a bad neighborhood?
Are you the woman that finds your friend’s stories too
suggestive even though the lesbian couple doesn’t kiss
or hold hands?