Three drops of potential poison in
the glass. Is half empty
really the appropriate solution
to the tumultuous night-
toned deviations we weave
through our smiles. We act
like nothing matters. But “us”
is a word too complex
to dissect. In the dark,
we mix/stir/combust in sound-
less gravity. More fire
will burn the skin. Senseless
is always the drug of choice.
Poem by A.J. Huffman
Image by Adam Strong
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has published 27 collections and chapbooks of poetry. In addition, she has published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She is currently the editor for Kind of a Hurricane Press literary journals ( www.kindofahurricanepress.com ).
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