the horror


america, great again

he’s not afraid to say nigger

he’s not afraid to scream it out the window
across the lawn
and down the way
a serene landscape where no one flinches

he’s not afraid to yell it in front of the children
in front of his wife
in front of god almighty and country
knowing fuck-all what it says to the world
let alone, the internal

and still he’s spitting hate
like baseball players and chewing tobacco
like fathers beat their children out of duty
out of war-torn memories
collapsed mines
& a nickel in your bucket means anything

tonight your woman dies in a back alley abortion
& the angels rejoice

this is progress.
where you can buy your tiki torches
at the home depot,
armband of the disenfranchised
sold separately

baby jesus is weeping

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit