i don't know what's what-
what's what is always what is,
and never what was
mute
I used to be mute-
but then a little bunny
took my breath away
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