When I make art for myself
I’m happy and feel alive
When I make art for others
a piece of my soul withers
and dies.
anonymous
I'm anonymous.
yet I am Juno before
I'm anonymous
mommy
I miss my mother-
I miss her lovely smile,
with the dripping eyes…
free
if sleep captures me
seals me, please let me be free
from what my eyes see
his eyes
through the looking haze,
I see no gaze- blank eyes blaze
indifferent glaze
-J. Juno, July 2019
shelter
this place is the face
the privilege choke with lace
and burn with kind mace
wine
the more wine I drink
the more I shrink, and I think
the further I sink
sketching
sketching until dusk
all day, scratching paper raw-
yet I never draw
the fence
they built that fence and
i never tried to jump it-
i just sighed and cried
luck
looking for clovers
in fields of lush green, i hope
to find emeralds