By David Tomaloff
how I sent you flowers on your birthday,
& you tried to eat my name.
I don’t understand
is the thing I am trying to tell you.
help me, Shawn–
tell me why you disbanded Whitesnake like that;
tell me why you broke up with CCR just like that.
I want to know what love is.
I want to unravel in a storm in a parking lot;
any parking lot–
that is to say that any one of them will do.
if Michigan is a place, then I am glad you are in it.
I am glad to hear you love Michigan, Shawn–
I don’t know exactly where that is.
if Michigan is in America, Shawn,
or if Michigan is American,
then I think we need to talk about it more,
need to be better Michigan Americans.
but I want to know why you hate America, Shawn,
which is to say, specifically, Ke$ha–
because Ke$ha is somewhere in America, Shawn.
because Ke$ha is alive & American somewhere.
in Ke$ha, we are taught, we are somewhere
over the map of it–
let’s draw a spot on the map of it,
Shawn, let’s begin to learn to live,
or let’s begin to live like Michigan,
or let’s begin to unravel
in a metaphor
for a storm in a parking lot in Michigan,
let’s remember like DJs to turn it up.
let’s remember the are in we are who we are.
let’s remember to roll our ars.
let’s see that poetica.
I want you to froth-chug the anthem;
Shawn, I want you to love the whatever.
may all of our future mornings
be outsourced to Diddy–
let’s make the most
of the night
like we’re going to die young.
I love you both.