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 ( ).   

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