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 Oct 2013 savanah tuttle
Jessie
One night I was with a friend,
Visiting and spending time.
I took a sip of water,
And set the glass on the table nearby
Without looking.

When I turned to the glass
To take another sip,
I noticed the glass was only
Halfway
On the Table.

If the table is bumped,
If I don't grasp the glass
Just right
It could fall.
I looked at it,
Almost afraid to
Touch it.
It was an accident
Waiting
To happen.

I looked closer to the water in the glass
And saw my reflection
And realized
That I was the glass,
Just waiting to spilled,
On the edge,
Just waiting
For someone to shake my table
And let me fall
To shatter on the ground
With water all around.
 Oct 2013 savanah tuttle
Jessie
Tea
 Oct 2013 savanah tuttle
Jessie
Tea
I love to drink tea.
It's just so good for me.
But if I drink too much tea,
It makes me really have to ***.
But there is no place I'd rather be;
Even though I have to ***,
I will sit right here and drink my tea,
As it's very good for me--
Just me and my cup of tea.
 Oct 2013 savanah tuttle
Jessie
He says humans are so strange,
with our self-absorbency.
But when he points his finger out,
he looks no different than me.

Things will go unknown,
Because they will not be said,

Though it is unfortunate that at first sight,
It seems as if what is known shouldn't be
and what isn't should be,
From an outsider looking in.

But
it doesn't matter
Does it?

as long as
"everybody"
is

happie
.
 Oct 2013 savanah tuttle
Jessie
fake a smile
for after a while
that simple deed
could help one in need
and may plant the seed
of a smile that's real
and then you will feel
that there is really no doubt
you have something to smile about.
 Oct 2013 savanah tuttle
Jessie
who
       are
            you?

what is your
                     name?

why are you here,
          living in my
                          brain. . . . .?

tell me everything
             everything

where
           did you come from?

(
she's a tiny light in my heart-
the giggle you hear when i'm
happy-
)

she
is
always
here

and
was
always
there
when
no
on­e
else
was
.
.
(she is the one who is me when i am not)
.
.

*though
            she already
                     knows
                         me

i will spend
                     forever
getting to
                     know her~~
this is about Jessica (my imaginary friend), of course. ". . . .real" is the second poem in the poem duet.

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