What I Know About Kenya, Which Is Very Little

I imagine you from photographs
and TV programs. I click through
slideshows of lions and hyenas
on the Serengeti, mouths agape.
I have read Hemingway.

This is what you're up against, this
incurious kindness that doesn't think

of you except while changing channels
past self-satisfied news: famine, civil war,
countries whose names bring to mind
Heart of Darkness. I feel a moment of
uneducated grief, a deeper torpor, the sort

of guilt that makes me eat the rotten
grapes at the bottom of the bowl. I know
you are a you, but I don't know you.
I know America doesn't want
anything but more America.

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