Liquid Lightning
I survived
a 17-hour
epinephrine
drip
My body
on
liquid lightning
pulsed
alive
Easy
I was like honey
to you – you went down
easy and smooth
How quickly I forget
the other part of it
My Tears Don’t Make Sense
I fused glass at an art studio
gluing jagged multicolored shards
tack and shallow slump
bubbling up and out in the kiln
not suitable to eat off of
or drink out of
I am a baby racoon
rejected by my tribe
I wanted to inscribe on your heart:
Heather was here
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