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The Panic I Feel Before Acceptance by Lauren Ebright



I was going to drink last night,

a chilled bouquet slipping down my throat.

Then I recalled that I’m sober.

The imagined splendor disappeared

behind little doors that slammed

with little puffs of smoke,


until I was left, bare-limbed in child's pose,

in the empty room of my emotions.

Outside, a fog rolled in. I watched the hull

of a ferry boat cut silently through agate water.

I found I've always had a smile as large

as a feast.



Lauren Ebright is a writer living and forgetting to breathe in the Pacific Northwest. Her poetry has appeared in Permafrost and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. Follow her procrastination on Twitter @lauren_ebright.


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