Open Throat

by Henry Hoke

I’m not sure what a scare city mentality is but I have it

I want to thank my people but I know if they see me it’ll fuck up our relationship

I want to devour their sound I have so much language in my brain and nowhere to put it

I could be something else I could be a deer or even a person but not a bird a bird could rise above the smoke I can’t sing my lungs are full of ugly

I’m not about to die on an empty stomach what good would that do

I feel more like a person than ever because I’m starting to hate myself