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American Treasure - Jill McDonough
ONE
Zero Slave Teeth
On the radio I hear about George Washington’s teeth.
A guest says what do you think his teeth were and a host
says wood. I’ve read about Waterloo teeth, how we prowled
battlefields, plucked teeth from young French corpses,
wired them into fresh rich people mouths.
I figure we’re about to learn the founding father’s teeth
were from his soldiers. But it’s worse than that: slave teeth.
I post this on Facebook, asking what might the reparations
be for having your teeth pulled, having to see your teeth
every day in your owner’s stupid mouth. Melodie posts a comic
from The Oatmeal: this is old news, the slave teeth thing, also
that people LOSE THEIR MINDS denying it. She posts
the comic and we watch the losing of minds unfold.
He had a wooden tooth (teeth)… zero slave teeth,
some stranger says, calls me a stupid cunt on my dad’s page.
My DAD. Zero slave teeth. No innocents on death row. No
lynchings, not all men. Everybody crying rape, not all slave
owners were bad. Sally Hemings? In love. Three hots
and a cot. Must be nice! FREEDOM FREEDOM USA!
Sonnet for Reading Aloud in Kidjail
The boys in my local juvie want to work one
on one, write stories, poems, mark up the stuff
I give them. More than one kid at a time’s less fun:
more fussing, more holding back to show how tough
they are. When one of them writes on the other’s paper
the germophobic one loses his shit; I get it, sit
between them while they write their poems. Later
I read them aloud so they can hear how good they are; it’s
like a magic trick, their words in my grown-up voice.
They still and listen, hear themselves, lean in on me
like children, because they are children. Two boys,
one on either side, a slow relax from anger in to breathe.
Their warm weights, cool of classroom, fresh pencils, stacks
of paper. Me feeling them thinking That sounds pretty good. Dag.
Our Star
"It’s from The Daily Galaxy."
—Susan Mikula
I tell Susan about walking around the Templo Mayor,
the pyramid in the middle of Mexico City. The gutter
for the sewer pipe they dug, a straight shot through
the ruins, 1905. How they must have been so over
all of it, the skull-shaped stones just another thing
to roll your eyes at, chuck out of your weary way.
Toss the fucking stone skulls on the rubble heap
with the feathered mantles, jaguar bones, python
skins, real skulls. I describe all this for Susan while
we wait in the waiting room for her dog, beloved Poppy,
who’s stashed somewhere getting chemo, and we talk
about how time works. Out the window the Roosevelt
Island tram slips back and forth along its wire.
Susan tells me when they tried to dig a parking garage
below LACMA, they unearthed a woolly mammoth stuck
in the tar pits, where the earth bubbles up to the top,
she says, so over all of that. She loves woolly mammoths
like she loves the Weimar Republic, googles ice baby
to find the third result, after Vanilla Ice, some ice-
cream truck: a baby woolly mammoth left behind
for us to find and look at on her phone between
Stichelton soup recipes and them giving us back
our damn dog. We read from The Daily Galaxy
on coronal holes, which spew streams of high-speed
solar wind. Oh, our star! We make a note to look up
the Carrington Event, learn someday how solar winds
can corrode pipes, disrupt even Susan’s Candy Crush.
Missile and Space Gallery, National Museum of the U.S. Air Force
All we want is to look all day at drones, the Kettering Bug
and Firebee, the hangar full of once-secret aircraft,
now decades old, still looking like our dystopian future, yours.
Also the rifle that shot the first shot from an airplane,
August 20, 1910, less than seven years since man first flew.
The next month Fickel and Curtiss repeated the experiment
using an Army semi-automatic pistol. We find blunder trophies.
Practice, atomic, and cluster bombs. Operation Carpetbagger.
Black Widow, Grasshopper, Hoverfly. We almost skipped
the Missile Gallery, tucked off to one side. When we walked in
we stepped into an enchanted circle of missiles, decommissioned
missiles pouring up like a redwood grove. Two Minutemans,
a Jupiter, Thors and Titans. A Peacekeeper, its naming-of-parts
poster topped with a faux-funky font: PEACEKEEPER!
The radar off Provincetown looks for ICBMs like this one,
new and improved versions of this one. The radar looks
for the end of the world, so we can make it worse. End
more. End harder. Yes, of course, deterrence, but still.
Everyone who walks into the Missile and Space Gallery,
its 140-foot silo, looks up and just says wow. Everyone.
When we did it we heard laughter, looked up to see people
who’d done the same thing. We took the glass elevator up
to the balcony to watch for more, watch the door, laugh
when we saw it again and again: wow and wow, then wow.
Joe Hill’s Prison
The Historical Society in Salt Lake still has
some letters, a pamphlet called "Joe Hill’s
Remains," even though he made it clear
he wanted his ashes scattered in every state
except Utah. Not wanting to be caught dead
here. The prison where Joe Hill died
is torn down now. Now there’s a Sizzler. Neon
and brick at the foot of mountains he must
have looked at through bars. They’re beautiful
mountains. They look like America, all majesty.
Rising purple up beyond the wall where he was shot.
Alone in Utah
I go out to eat because I’m lonely.
The waitresses are lovely. I tip