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Waves of stupidity
slam the shore,
lost blobfish bouncing
from the depths
to blubber.
A flash of lightning
in Confederate red
falls to thunder,
blood rose blooming
over her cradled flag.
Maybe they were patriots
once upon a time,
poisoned by orange,
reduced to baseball caps
and misplaced fear.
Maybe some people
are just born bad,
another history lesson
to be ignored.
Maybe there’s nothing
we can do but love
and weep when all feels lost.
Bio: Kendra Nuttall is a copywriter by day and poet by night. Her work has appeared in SpectrumCapsule StoriesChiron Review, and What Rough Beast, among various other journals and anthologies. She is the author of A Statistical Study of Randomness (Finishing Line Press, 2021). She lives in Utah. Find her online at kendranuttall.com.

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