Poems from JASPIR22
Crema?
Isn't that a coffee place?
Nashville?
That's in Tennessee.
Maybe Willow?
Sounds too depressing.
Caption?
Ummm... "#NoFilter" ?
No...
Flat screen tv
mounted on the wall.
It all looks the same to me,
everything down the hall.
I sit there,
wondering what to do.
It isn't...
Sixteen at last,
but the one person I want to be here on this day,
is not.
Everyone else is,
but her,
my mom.
Day one,
It's okay.
The days pass,
weeks inch by,
But it all seems to move too slowly.
Endless nights of crying,
Endless weeks of stress...