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By Helen Armstrong
that sleep is hang-
ing over you, sitting
on your eyes like a blanket
fuller and more than
you needed, you pour
some into your mug
and drink it pure
she sat next to the red
light at the table in the cor-
ner.
it was summer in a glass
bees and honey, flowers
you could drink like you
can drink her if you aren’t af-
raid.
everything in you became
liquid and you laughed and
laughed and forgot it was
fall.
About the Author
Helen Armstrong is a junior Print Communications major. When she grows up she wants to be either Willow from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or a writer, whichever comes first. She's currently brainstorming a gay book about the afterlife, and her dream is to write fiction that is a) entertaining, b) refreshing, and c) not heteronormative. She's editor-in-chief at locomag.com and tweets a mix of weird stuff and political rants @helenkarmstrong.