Kick in the Head

Quinn Ferguson - February 14, 2025

Artwork: Kennedy Brown

Oh, sweet bitters,

why must you do this to me?

My heart cannot be rebuilt

and destroyed once again.

Why, curing poison,

must you raise my hopes?

In the same breath, 

you break me and save me.

How can you

give me this soothing ache?

Do you not know what you’re doing,

or am I the fool?

Yet somehow,

when I see you I still smile.

Your laughs echo in my mind

for hours and hours on end.

Maybe, old Dean

was right about what he said.

It’s everything:

pain, glee,

remembrance, getting lost,

crying, laughing,

poignant, uplifting;

yet somehow, it remains,

a kick in the head.