Poetry by Danez Smith from our Summer 2015 issue.
could be a documentary or could be someone’s art school final
but basically we make a dope ass trailer with a hundred black children
smiling into the camera & the last shot is the wide mouth of a pistol.
We cut on the sound of that gun’s one tooth’s one bite
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& the preview just keeps repeating over & over
& by the end of it, I’m sure some folks will want their money back
but I’m sure some will just die for it. They’ll just die.
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This excerpt is featured content from the
Summer 2015Â issue
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