J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
In mourning early morning
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J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.