for suicide
7-11
slurpees.
brown and fizzy
mismatched layers of
cherrygrape
orangegrapefruit
raspberrycola
sipping wide strawfulls
of ice and froth
fence perching,
bare feet swinging
hair tossing
straw sucking
cold tongue
against the humid
almost-night
summertime twilight
is laughter on ice
and itchy sugary teeth
and something as carefree
as my bare shoulders
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