Only by Jennifer Shneiderman

I’m feeling better

I no longer hear your voice

in the night

I only hear your whistle

in dancing trees

now

it only hurts

a little below the breastbone

only on the exhale


Jennifer Shneiderman is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker living in Los Angeles. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in many publications, including: The Rubbertop Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Trouvaille Review, Prospectus and The Perch. She received an Honorable Mention in the Laura Riding Jackson 2020 Poetry Competition.

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