This is a poem about women and children
being taken away in black trains,
about happiness and the catcher in the
rye.
This is a poem about human rubbish and
flowers; cancer, names, candle wax.
Final poems to people who got thrown away.
This is about God weeping and pushing diazepam down
his throat, God wearing feathers and lipstick and
snorting coke.
God on a bad line saying goodbye,
dear lover goodbye, i love you, goodbye.
- Emily Golightly
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