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agents orange, yellow, and redYou are either for chlorine or for the plague. Right now is the cleanest we have ever been, and for this you must love aerial defoliants or you love communism. Under the bandage of this one-industry town closing ranks around staples of forestry and fish, the wound is wide-eyed and headstrong. Through the clearing, freshwater carp blink past the graves of missionaries who introduced them to the New World. Northern rivers are warmed by the paper mill’s piss, which, like making the world safe for democracy, slowly leaked into my childhood, yellowing the lipophilic paperbacks of my adipose fat. You are for pulp or for poverty. You respect the Constitution or you stare at the ground lost in bankruptciesfor herring gull beaks or blurredembryos in cormorant colonies. Every erected media platform reduces the problem of war to a problem of tint. During the Orange Revolution, Viktor Yushchenko was poisoned by government agents who haywired his food with dioxin. His face flared into pages of acne. You are either for the red or the white blood cells, for the tops of trees, or the bottoms.––2,3,7,8-Tetrachlorodibenzodioxin (serum): 1.304348 pg/g lipid