poetry – Jenny Justice

Dream Trilogy Poems

I. My Time Sometimes the dreams are so vivid.He’s back and he’s acting like nothing happened. Like I should be so lucky, like we can forget.I look it up and the internet says it is because I am Trying to process something, to get closure, to Finish the unfinished work on my own. I Do notContinue reading “Dream Trilogy Poems”

Wildfire Afternoon

Wildfire AfternoonA Poem We play Animal Crossing until noon, and then Swim in the apartment complex pool With the tiny bodies of flies, bees, and moths as Company, pray tell what ambitions should one have in a pandemic, What poems should a poet write, What odes to nature when nature is on fire? What ode to humanity When humanityContinue reading “Wildfire Afternoon”

Okay Boomer

I don’t know if you know this but anyone can be a boomer, it’s not strictly hard line boring old age being called onto the carpet, out into the ring, but it is this mentality, this mentality that has caught us up, got us stuck, mostly unaware, it’s not just you being old, or beingContinue reading “Okay Boomer”

COVID Party USA

America is one big Covid PartyOutside my window, down below A baby shower is taking place Tables and tables of people, a DJ, catering Not a mask in sight, I sigh and pull down the shadeAmerica is hopped up on COVID now, like anything Else, we are easily addicted, easily fooled, peopleKeep thinking kids need theirContinue reading “COVID Party USA”

Float

Why is it that just after the sermon on letting go, I feel better, then, by 4pm in the afternoon,I pick it up again, that old hurt, that old heavy, that old grasping needy cling, I can be sitting here doing fine and then bam, triggered, and my hands are full of it again. Then IContinue reading “Float”

Hope

In the checkout line the woman behind me asks if I had seen any hand sanitizer or cleaning wipes, I said no I had not, my cart full of some basics, not a haul, not a stash, not a hoard, just spinach, mushrooms, bread and butter, some eggs, some milk not enough to get anyoneContinue reading “Hope”

Regress

It’s just that all I want to do is regress/ all I want to do is watch Mr. Rogers, watch Reading Rainbow, watch every Jim Henson muppet extravaganza ever made and just/ ignore the fact that life is suffering life is stress life is / continuous and failed attempts to heal and move on/ soContinue reading “Regress”