4.22.2004

the perfect night

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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