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 May 2014 Jenna Gibson
Tom McCone
wake up on the other
side of noon, bottle of
whiskey within grasp.
start sluggin'. who needs
today. water runs in
slow patterns through
arteries, woodwork,
some stranger's teeth.
rain runs inside of
me, coalescing, cold,
pure. washing away
the troubles of yesterday
in exchange for this
new sky. it still
looks the same. in
exchange for this day's
melancholia: it will
persist and hang,
a fog to stumble on
below. a tired footstep,
to spurn dreams where
there's something else
here. to hide from
the nothingness that
falls in fat drops from
potential.
but i'm not asking anything
 May 2014 Jenna Gibson
Pen Lux
over-stimulation
leads to
mis-communication
If I could hold a coal in hand then maybe I'd get close to you.
When I said wouldn't change for you
I didn't mean I'd stay the same for you
I'm changing 'cause I want to
I'm changing 'cause I've got to

The me I've been is no longer feasible
I realize now most people are seasonal

But it's not about other people
My priorities are wack
My motives are turning evil
And I need to turn them back
It means what it says.
and like all
beautiful
things i
wanted to
start you
over so that
your beauty
would
belong to
me instead.
what i never
realized was
that your
beauty
was still
growing.
I am what Webster's defines
as a wreck
a mess
a disaster
because lately I've been
missing you so much that my
legs ache, that I can barely
speak around the knot in
my chest when I see you.
how do you tell someone you
don't know how to be without
them without sounding desperate?
I only know how to love you
in the scariest ways.
I looked to the sun

and instead of finding light,

I lost my vision
Procrastination
will ultimately be the
death of my sanity
True story.
The condensed pressure

of arithmetic has been

alleviated
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