Friday, September 19, 2014

Up All Night


I used to
take advantage of each
second – popping truck stop
Yellow Jackets
just to stay conscious
for another hour.
And, though I shook
with lethal doses of legal uppers
my mind functioned
with a clarity that
I can’t even begin to
remember.
Even in hour 72
when the micro-naps
and hallucinated confidants
blurred across my perfect vision,
I was more connected
to life
than I’ll ever be again.

Today’s life is dull,
a reflection
of something so
insignificant
that I wonder why
I even miss it.
 
--Jessica Gleason

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