barley drunken
barren below
lit only by bitter bulbs
white, b/hum
the after shift shit
daddy's tired
of jumping through
knotted
cherry stems
brazenly bolstering
cooing lullabies and
candy coated dreams
from a yellowed tongue
in tangie tanks
tissue-less treasures
working over every
bit
of nothing
golden blossom
baby girl
of an ivorian cradle
you are, sp/it
I’ve Tasted Charles Bukowskis Spit
Yeama H. Bangura is a writer and cultural essayist interested in the strange relationship between the self and the world around it. Her work draws from philosophy and personal experience to question the ways language, relationships, technology, and social structures shape the realities we inhabit. Her writing has been published in perediza.
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