The Month In Music: August


For August, a fragment of a poem.

the fifth day, i adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.

a wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold. 
the midas of cheap metal. 
tinsel in the middle of summer. 
crevice glitter, two days after the party.

i glow the way unwanted things do, 
a neon sign that reads;

come, i still taste like someone else’s mouth.

— Warsan Shire, “Residue"