Carousel Horse, by Cindy Kennedy
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On the Night Before My Suicide
Ebuka Evans
green bumpy mucus gathers like clouds beneath my throat
& I want to spit down the heaven piling up in my lungs
the streetlights are blue, watch how a car rushes into the ocean
with the speed of (black) light
i contain sweet things that falling took
i am a brink at the brink of retracting,
a fallen kite drawn to cloud of dust
can a lantern/sunscreen/black cloud
cage fire?
Ebuka Evans
green bumpy mucus gathers like clouds beneath my throat
& I want to spit down the heaven piling up in my lungs
the streetlights are blue, watch how a car rushes into the ocean
with the speed of (black) light
i contain sweet things that falling took
i am a brink at the brink of retracting,
a fallen kite drawn to cloud of dust
can a lantern/sunscreen/black cloud
cage fire?