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by Jenny Lu




Ready, Row


of course I miss it.

cutting up the river

the boat always sang

and I heard it well.


gliding effortlessly

trapped on the water

nowhere to go

nothing to feel


but there was never

enough time in the day

so I had to go

dock it, bring it in

what a shame,

watching a sunset at noon


I’ll be back one day, really,

I’ve got a date with the dusk

I’m naming my boat Renaissance

and she’s going to fly like lightning.




a black line





everything falling apart

like my steering wheel slipping

like one bad grade


one touch setting me off


once misplacing my keys


and I tell myself it’s

just one bad night


one bad night and it’ll be

over in the morning

In the morning I’ll be in control

no room for mistakes


but my butterfingers are reckless

and I'm a burning ember waiting to be ignited

waiting for a psychedelic episode

where the colors in me spin

telling me to pick up the brush

and paint them hot

paint them blinding

they say to put the words on the page

to wreak havoc

set it all in flames

and watch the world burn at my fingertips

restless for one bad night.



a black line


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