Today I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “Disappointed eyes
on the boredom-swarm disdain my soul
because I am more Eeyore than extrovert,
sans Redbull.” Fail.
I drank Redbull, and sometimes it
drank me too. Which is to say, Redbull
dehydrates you, so I don’t recommend it for non-
public-speaking-Eeyores.
I no longer drink Redbull, but maybe I
will drink two before my next class.
Heart palpitations are so short; fifty minutes is so long.
Meaghan Russell was just startled by a boxelder that flipped from her poetry notebook, unfazed, and without comment. She wears boots.
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