Funeral

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Hi, Stephanie, I like this, there is nothing here I don't understand.

For me, "smart black stuck to our skin" said funeral, I think Release or Relief might be a good title, that's what I took the poem to be about. Nice read, thanks for posting it.

Trying to go for something very clear and simple today as I am struggling with clarity in my writing at the moment. There isn't quite enough space for the layout I want here - the long line is meant to be on one line not two if that makes sense.


Funeral

We do not speak.

Car pressing
tongues flat
as the smart black
stuck to our skin.


Returning we burst,
stretch lungs,
let our tongues rattle
joyous shit.

Five minutes from home my brother stops the driver to piss against a roadside tree.

So much we cannot hold.