• Jenny Penland

Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.



Swore she'd only daydream

on morning walks

Now her strolls around the park

canvas the city blocks

Traded tangled sheets in

for five a.m.

Needed to shed her soul

so she’s running again

Tried self-help, therapy, medication

Yoga, kava, crystals, meditation

The doctors all say she's getting too thin

But her mind's as heavy as it's ever been

Cause each turn, her roads merge

down Memory Lane,

Took the express way last night,

and detoured her pain

hopped on a fast lane

bypassing neurocircuitry

Saved his number in her phone

as "Dopamine”

Perhaps a mind's only fine

when it pretends

Must be why it always

begins again

But she wants to want to want it to end

So she spends her days

reading books

And her nights

writing them

Still, all her prose just echos:

what's done can't be undone

In throes, solatium

She knows it‘ll never come

Cause he's just too stubborn to succumb

Could never make the right choice

Until he tried all the wrong ones




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