Honey, save me a seat at the oval table
And keep all those mouths taped for me.
Erase my thoughts through melting cables,
Laugh, but don’t let the public see.
We live like ravenous beasts on Sundays,
Then bow to the gods as the sun implodes.
Time feels like pins and needles on weekdays.
In our heads, we balance the seven globes.
Honey, keep me awake as the moon dances,
Pray while I sleep the greed away.
Do you think this town would give us a chance?
Honey, we are sacred, yet we kill prey.
We cut bare necks like some cut losses,
We crawl through streets on severed limbs.
No matter who our path crosses,
They fear us like they fear cruel kings.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 