Right now I’m
reading a book
on eugenics in America
as it relates
to queer bodies.
After 1917
Italians were among
those made to
take an IQ
test to enter
the United
States.
All of my great grandparents
were here by
then,
but what I’m about to
say I don’t
really like
talking about.
There are
so many reasons
to hate Nazis.
I identify
more with people
from Europe.
In our moment,
we should think
about the fourteen
year old
partisan living
in the woods,
the boy who has
already killed
fifteen
Nazi soldiers.
Surrounded with dark
beards and
purple eyes,
a dissent that began
before Fascists
invaded Ethiopia.
Lots of my friends
say they are
Anarchists
but they do not
own guns
or know how to
properly
insert an IV
or clean and
stitch a wound.
I’m glad Emmanuel
Macron won.
I am not a Centrist,
and in a perfect
world
Bernie Sanders would not
be a radical
but we have
all given too
much to let
Nazi fucks
come back.
Frank Terry graduated from the University of Iowa in 2013 with a BA in literature. Frank’s work has appeared in Diabolique, Yellow Chair Review, Fish Food Magazine, Rhino Poetry, Far Off Places and Rio Grande Review. Frank believes in heavy metal and great vegan home cooking.
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