americants: part two 02132025

Rachel

Feb 14

assume:

every you means me

every i means us

i am your friend

⏲find⏲

a comfortable, engaged position

hesitancy towards silence-

do you feel that too?

semantics

honesty with self

evaluation of self as an excuse

‘oh i just want to see how i’ll respond’

how are you feeling about it now?

its as though the distance is widening between me and it, but my desire for it is also dwindling.

there’s new space again.

if i dont like the way you use language

why could i

how could i

like the way you use life?

semantics matter

how you represent yourself

to yourself

and others

matters

this shrug of ‘what do you want me to do about it’

with a hefty side of disingenuous sorry

{dont look at me so i can start losing sleep over you}

aint good enough

call it out when it aint

good enough

as above

so below

deservingly

charm em- don’t alarm em

keep things light

im a stickler for semantics

and the way words move

words that move in tandem with-

‘unless you’re going to do it correctly,

why do it at all?’

(raise a finger if that sounds familiar)

and i’m a wolf for the release when you find something’s title

(whatever your ‘something’ is)

a release like

space enough to consider

the people who have lived here before you

a release like closing a jar

and placing it on an overhead shelf

(or hanging something up on a wall,

and stepping away from it)

a release like

re-leasing

clearing out and reclaiming space

finding new uses

and i want to share a big one of mine-

a release that has given me so much peace.

im 50% janeane garofalo and 50% amy sedaris

thatsitrightthere

thatsmy big ta-doo

not manic depressive

not bi-polar

i’m 50% janeane and 50% amy

like something delicious on the sidewalk

i’ve been familiar with janeane for a long time, since adolescence; amy only a couple of years. along with the mummy mystery men was also one of the most played vhs’ in our house.

(oneofourhouses)

and if you havent seen it, gather your gatherables and holyshitenjoy. the less you know going in the better. get ready to see some🗯things🗯

if you have seen the movie but it’s been awhile, please see above- just switch ‘know’ to ‘remember’.

amy, alternatively, was found in a box of coffee table boxes gifted from my ex-in laws right after we moved into the house. his house, really.

this book was in a box of books, and i read it.

it’s become one of those things you read, you’ll always be reading.

“i am not a consistent person.”

-amy sedaris, lady of the hour

that sentence cinched the lid of a jar shut,

so i could place in on an overhead shelf.

when we lead with our own truth,

it allows others to find theirs.

thatsitrightthere

my big ta-doo

i think it really might be

that simple

to change the country

its our duty as mammals

to evaluate change

to sit back down at humanity’s table

after we have place a jar

of our own

because afterwards,

when amy sedaris appeared in horace and pete,

i knew the lid had suctioned.

suctioned?

heyyeah. along with this idea of integration being the catalyst to change. louis ck representing a very meaningful voice to a former self amalgamated with the current epiphany. like a lid suctioning to a jar creating a singular purpose.

cause that scene in horace and pete

(a beautiful narrative exemplifying america’s scarred soft pink underbelly)

when amy sedaris appears

(title of a horror film)

awakened me

released and settled

into my own truth

with her own truth

this is how we change our communities-

we build higher and higher shelves for each other

i dont wanna talk about louis ck,

you dont need me to determine your opinions,