Jasmine Marie

Jasmine Marie Oct 2023

let bedrooms crash
what bones we question
feel sin from complex commotion

Jasmine Marie Oct 2023

I can't offer homemade soup, but I can offer homemade poems.

My yearning deep bodied like a healing broth,
a cacophony of sirens to cure a bad cough.
Browned bits on the bottom,
warm aromas within.
Bobbing for feelings and veggies
to drown out the din.

Jasmine Marie Oct 2023

déjà vu

This feeling is familiar,
though you know her all the same.
A wrenching, tugging once removed
goes by a different name.

Jasmine Marie Oct 2023

plays well with others, but best at playing myself

pots and pans,
plots and plans,
a bouncing of the knee.
a trip, a stare, caught in a snare,
my face too red to see.