The Imposition
Nothing reminds me
that I’m a large, heterosexual,
white man
like the way I feel
thinking of that execrable,
blue-blazered ham,
Nick Fuentes.
Eating a sandwich,
bent over the sink
in Bean boots and Wranglers
is far less characteristic
than my violent entitlement
toward this modern-day Hate-Monger,
Nick Fuentes.
Forget cadence.
There’s nothing poetic about wanting
to beat the tarry shit out of someone
which I want to do each time
I hear that little goblin
mocking,
“Your body, my choice!”
I’d like to give misguided Nick
some hands-on instruction; help him
relate to a terrifying imposition—
a feeling wholly unknown to me
Well, at least since I’ve been
a large, heterosexual,
white man.
Joe Couture is a writer living in rural Nova Scotia. His work appears, or is forthcoming, in The Rat’s Ass Review, ExPat Press, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere. If you want to connect with him, try here: @rjcouture.bsky.social
