Safety
By Jenna Gleason
I haven’t slept in years.
I don’t miss it though,
I don’t miss the drowning,
in high tides of deep dreams,
that accompanies me
every time I close my eyes
and surrender to exhaustion.
If anything, I’m happier
without them. Some nights
I take a walk when the rest
of the world is asleep and
the beach is bare, yet awake
with the sound of nature.
The noise is comforting,
I’ve grown to fear the silence
that pervades this campus
after midnight. But, when
my skin intertwines with
sea salt and sanded wind,
and I’m drifting away on top
of the placid ripples of waves,
my body becomes serene,
as if you never left me. I’d
like to disappear too but instead I continue on, captive within my own corpse,
floating and sinking aimlessly, until you come back to kiss me goodnight.
Celebration
Rebecca Kenneally
The spiders came out in the night
and left streamers of silver
draped delicately over leaf and stem,
over goldenrod and birch.
I know the party wasn’t for
me, but I was honored all the same.
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