I’m sorry you’re not cool anymore.
I’m sorry, I love you.
But I’m not.
I’m not sorry
not the new girl you first showed
won’t let you cut me in half.
I transitioned from sequins to
Meanwhile you still hide in
You can’t hold the
you can dream.
a dove flew out of my hat.
“Abracadabra” won’t work anymore.
sometimes I leave my handkerchiefs where
“I just shouldn’t.”
On three you’ll wake up
from your sloppy little trance.
Jenna Clancy is a recent graduate of Bethany College, and aims to go on to achieve her Masters in Higher Education. She has been published in The Harbinger and The Tower, and hopes to continue her love and practice of the written word.