My Sister Has Far Right Friends [New Poem]

by Jonas Weaver

My sister has far right friends. 

They drink basic white girl drinks,
write reactionary polemics
—somehow not a tension worth attending to.
Screeds to redundant traditions long past.
About men who wear suits with bowties & cufflinks.
Write about being right and white.

Wishing there were more like Lee and Stonewall,
praising Knights Templar.
Resurrection is their fixation and life blood.
Bloodied honor stains their too neatly pressed white clothes.

My sister has far right friends, stagnating in nostalgia.