Signs of the South

Signs of  the South
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks

Breath hollowed, a southern suffocation,
the taste of tobacco and Tabasco filters into lungs,
chicory smoke signals sharpening senses,
attuned to the tunes dancing
through a sun bathed breeze in the afternoon.

The streets are covered in glass confetti,
remnants of last night’s debauchery
when stars glittered like spilt liquor on asphalt.

An entire city floods with freaks and foreigners,
sound-weavers, shaman,
the voodoo you can’t do
anywhere but here.

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