indiana vanilla

[kolemath]

no one warned us we could become this bored
[the young women of the midwestern cornfields] how'd they get there? would one be warned if born in?

       or maybe they did
              and we blanked them out good implications for white thought here

because their words tasted like yet another Cool Whip
Jello and Marshmallow salad yuck
because their laughs were fictional as teenage abstinence i like the simile but wish it connected to the whiteness critique

because their creased khakis and blonde hair droned on i don't know if 'droned' is the best choice, perhaps something more khaki-specific?
of nothing but ranch dressing and choral music
in syllables as clean as Christian radio

i appreciate this as one closely associated with a half-Indianian. flipping white bread flatbrains