day TWO HUNDRED and THIRTY

Grayson Kentucky

I couldn’t figure out what all the goddamn honking was about
at the last intersection in town
twenty young white men
in powder blue suits
with the wet look
crowd the corners with signs
HONK IF YOU SUPPORT TRADITIONAL MARRIAGE
it looks like Don Drapers first fucking holy communion

At the light I make eye contact with one
He smiles, nods his head
slowly up and down
as if the slower he nods
        the wider he smiles
it’ll cause my hand to climax into car horn
to give him the support he craves

I frown
shake my head slow no
maybe I should blow him a kiss

greenlight
I abandon the brain washed
I leave bigots behind
I can do exactly what I want
         ignore this and drive away

--Jason Baldinger