If I met America at that bar on 8th St, I wonder if he would correct me
And tell me that’s not his preferred pronoun

If I met America at that bar on 8th St, I wonder if he would correct me
And tell me that’s not his preferred pronoun
I sat in the park for two hours with my crooked teal-lettered sign talking to New Yorkers.
feathered changelings in living cages