In the slang and the slur
The call-me-tomorrow
You call me a name—
I haven’t heard it
Since the wars started
Hollow your voice
Holler in the shower
Fingers train pressing
Strings trigger blood
Lips whiskey licked
Lipstick traces glimmer
Dead epigones in sling
Your ears ring since no
One can get in the way
Of countdowns to quiet
And the lights come on
Dust rises into inhales
Repeats rise into song