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,

another hooker?

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 hug

or hold hands?

Poetry

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