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.
