Jaz Persing is a writer, singer, and human living in Los Angeles. She works in television when she can. The rest of the time she’s just looking for a dare-to-be-great situation, hoping she can put a good dent in the world with the mess of broken love, vulnerability, and words she has. In the meantime, she’s immensely grateful for God and the many good people around her that make it all seem feasible.

Sidelong Sicklove

I am trying these days
Not to fall into a drunkenness
Merely from your sidelong glances
But even the thought
Makes me lose track of the corners
of my mouth
Ever upturned
Heart pounding, songs on loop
So I can't sleep
And always this feeling of ever twirling
But I do love too well
The feeling of a secret down sleep
Am I drunk or just nauseous
Love or a lump in my stomach
A sickness I fear may grow
But couldn't we find a place
Where none of this matters?
I'm blinded by a glint
In your eyes across a room
Making promises that never happened.

March Ides

Archetypal Man