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Our poet this week writes, “My name is Jenna Gleason. I am a senior at Endicott College studying Psychology with a minor in Victimology. I have never taken a poetry class before, but I love to write! I wrote a book of poetry when I was a senior at Westover School called Serendipity and hope to write another book!”

A CUP OF CHAMOMILE TEA

Jenna Gleason

Maybe I’ll just stay in bed with you,
I’ll skip ethics and psychology, and instead
put a kettle on the stove and watch you steam
slow and soft, white mist to vacant air.
Maybe I’ll meditate to your gentle whisper,
breathe you in, clear my lungs and thoughts
back to pure.  You’re comforting to me;
you’re warm and cozy, usually reliable
with a little milk, and a lot of honey,
sweet enough, but still strong, not diluted.
I’d lay with you forever if I could,
with a fuzzy blanket, and nowhere
to be for at least a few more hours.
Sometimes, I forget about you,
I get distracted or fall back asleep,
but I know you’ll always be right where I left you,
now lukewarm and waiting for my return
to feel my lips meet yours in the morning.

— Jenna Gleason