Sleepwalking Regrets This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 23, 2011
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I fall asleep in bed
wake in a dark tunnel with a floor of bamboo wood,
creaky banisters to my sides,
or drowning in a pit of leather,
choking, choking

or cheek to cheek with cool glass,
vintage lace forming
as breath escapes from my lips
eyes peeking at the world below, tree tops tickling the pads of my feet

Yet nobody bothered to mention that I talked
Despite this,
I learned.
I learned.

Who remained dry in revengeful thunderstorms,
Straightened the leaning tower of Pisa with the thinnest of breaths,
And easily roundhouse kicked Chuck Norris's butt,
Came to live with us
As a Swedish exchange student

“Laurence! You are weaker than a weathered twig!”
slips like smoke through my lips
during the witching hour.
Laurence's fists slip, too.
Like a steel hammer against an al dente spaghetti noodle,
Like a flurry against a feather,
Like rough, black waters against sugar petals,
I submit to the blows.

Wake to two soggy marshmallows drenched in thin ketchup
Housed in my hands
like two teeth covered blood
Did I mention both my eyes were swollen shut?
Like a zipper caught on fabric?

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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