empty auditoriums

rebecca gault

{ prologue }

what do you say when i turn to you
            eyes wide, full of sparks 
                        and say -- 

-- i think i have swallowed the sun 

you see, my throat is burnt / there are ashes in my mouth
i am holding a matchbox / a dark sun, alive in my palm 
clear my blackened lungs / i think i am choking on charcoal