Tonight's Poet Corner: Beat It, Bigot

Beat It, Bigot
by Belinda Roddie

The old man across the street
asked for exactly eighty-five
dollars and twenty-six cents
for doing him "emotional harm"
with the hanging of my rainbow flag.

I chucked a Monopoly game board
at him and told him he could take
the fake money where the sun
didn't shine. Then I promptly
went online and ordered six more

Pride-related banners to drape
across the sleeping shingles
of my new house. In three days,
the guy would wake up to see
a neon orgasm from his window.



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