“You Can Fight Fascism in a Feather Boa,” Poem, Jillian Stacia.

Because there’s no better combination

than a red lip and a revolution.

To fight the world, you have to find a way

to love it. You have to hold it under the glow

of a fractured disco light and decide you still want

to dance. It’s a serious thing to find joy

in a broken world. Let’s take our cues

from the poets and the drag queens and sashay

our way to something softer. Let’s burlesque

across every last bridge and scream until

our throats tremble with the sins of our forefathers.

Let’s sparkle bright enough to shatter the sun,

the stars, and every glass ceiling in between.

Multitudes, babe. Every woman contains them.

If heaven isn’t hedonism, I don’t want to come.

La Vie Boheme or bust. Forget your king,

there’s a new queen in town. Time to bow down, bitches.

I’ll tap dance my way to freedom, or I’ll die trying.

It’s not self-centered to be all the way alive.

This life is the only performance we’ll get.

And baby, that’s show business for you.

Jillian wants to live in a world where the coffee is bottomless and the sweatpants are mandatory. Her poetry and creative nonfiction essays have been featured in Querencia Press, Plentitude Journal, Remington Review, Coffee & Crumbs, and Voicemail Poems. When she's not writing, Jillian can be found snuggling with her two adorable children and cheering on the Baltimore Ravens.