Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One

Leah Miranda Hughes

Chin Up, Buttercup

I have turned "try not to get upset" into don't let 'em see you bleed I exchanged frowning for deadpan I have made sadness a home in my heart under strict discipline and an eight o'clock curfew I have envisioned weeping into a fistfight, dogfight I've placed bandaids all over my face just in case