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By J. J. STARR 

in faith             i pray for you… 
i wasn’t            aware of you 

i think of you free 
a song     a night           you… 

pieces, i can share  
just some with you… 

i am not a victim            all my struggles   
might  one day              envelope you 

a noise     a name     physical     right      there  
take me            with you 

what WAS        that way         to keep demons                away 
        …..i fasten my mind to you  

those who don’t heal   prefer    the temporary 
understand me     …there is no           other      no i      no you     … ….. 

when did i start loving               affliction           as companion 
what meaning did i leave                        to you 

i’m exhausted… symptoms     short term disability       long term disability     medication costs 
it attacked me    … you don’t believe me         do you? 

Jessica     i thought of you                   knew you        would seek after 
….. if this      is to end             let it                             can you? 

 

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J. J. Starr’s poetry has appeared in The Common, Juked, The Journal, and 2River, among other publications. She studied at the NYU creative writing program, where she was a Veterans Writing Workshop Fellow.

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