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Goodbye Super Juice

Quinn McCart

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I had it in my grasp before she flew across the table,

Franka’s face aghast,

Yet my hand felt so stable.


I fall to my knees, begging for forgiveness.

Jyoti stares right through me;

My presence here, now meaningless.


Super juice all around me

sends me back to those lonesome nights at sea.

Was it then that I was supposedly free?


Orange, ginger, and turmeric.

That was to strengthen me,

the sick.


Now I find myself lying in the super juice,

face down,

offering nothing but a frown.


The dark hours ensue.

My head rests here until dawn.

Joni Mitchel once said “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”




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