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
When I was a kid—I don’t know how young, but my dad was still alive so I must have been younger than six—I went apple picking with my family and I picked a withered brown […]