American bones break. American men take American boys. They kill and they liberate. They use and they throw away. They say “Boy, back in my day....” American girls know the faster that they go, theyʼll sit in the front row. Theyʼll get a taste, then retreat back to West Glen. They wonʼt come around again. Oh! Your neighbors drown in backyard swimming pools, and Hawkeyeʼs passed around the middle school. American mothers say prayers for each other, forgive one another. Stories from eighth grade, mistakes that they all made are packed in a suitcase.