A native New Yorker, Seattle-ite Julene Tripp Weaver has traveled through Mexico three times, to France once, breezed through Scandinavia, scootered through Bermuda and dreams of Hawaii. A poem from her chapbook, Case Walking: An AIDS Case Manager Wails The Blues was featured in Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac. Her poems can be found in Arabesques Review, Crab Creek Review, The Healing Muse, Knock, and Main Street Rag.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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