by Julia Hatch
They're called the Know-it-alls
angry red-faced know-it-alls
bubble-heads filling in bubbles
on paper to restrict the lives of others
based on some version of
tabloid moral panic that triggers
loaded guns wielded
by pixel screen
content providers with
bobbing headed
faces on luscious blond
Victoria Secret models
square jawed hunky guys with
sex appeal with flapping lips
and tongues babbling
into big square-screened
condenser microphones; the bigger
the more convincing to viewers
they use words that trigger them
into mass destruction of
other people's lives as outsiders
targeted for their vulnerability.
angry red-faced know-it-alls
bubble-heads filling in bubbles
on paper to restrict the lives of others
based on some version of
tabloid moral panic that triggers
loaded guns wielded
by pixel screen
content providers with
bobbing headed
faces on luscious blond
Victoria Secret models
square jawed hunky guys with
sex appeal with flapping lips
and tongues babbling
into big square-screened
condenser microphones; the bigger
the more convincing to viewers
they use words that trigger them
into mass destruction of
other people's lives as outsiders
targeted for their vulnerability.
Julia Hatch is a queer writer and visual artist. She graduated from the University of Utah and has a masters in social work from The University of Michigan. She has worked as a social worker and has written and performed electronic music with dancers, rock musicians, and performance artists. Her art photography has been shown in galleries in Colorado and California. She now writes poetry in Longmont, Colorado. Her work has appeared in As It Ought To Be, Rez Magazine, and The Blue Angel Landing Poetry Review.
