Poetry

To Proud Boys

Your flag is the color of sun-stained backs drenched in the blood of their brothers,  drowned by the stifling stench of cotton residue,  drizzled in gashes ruptured by men  who looked so much like you.  Your stars were once stitched  from bruised fingers in bare attics,  every thread tamed into fabric  you hoist into a […]

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