Morning of June 7, 2023

chronic pain

a closet full

of neck pillows

~Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

The Pit of Self-assessment

How did I end up here?

Busy following you,

I stumbled, fell into-a-pit.

Dark; smooth sides; can’t get a grip.

Hear someone coming.

No point to yelling.

Lost my voice.

Not true; gave it to you.

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Cat’s paw

Taps daylight on carpet

Imaginary friend

~Jennifer Gurney

judging me

for sleeping in

cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Someday

Someday

I'll forget it,

This poem about this

poem. The tree shivers, alive.

It stops.

~Noah Berlatsky

staring at me

motives unknown

three owls

~Stephanie Zepherelli

train station tea —

another story of

severed limbs

~Daipayan Nair