I’ve got a poem in this month’s issue of Clementine Poetry Journal, and I’m grateful to be in the company of such amazing poets in this beautiful lit mag. My poem’s

called “Morphine,” and if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to hallucinate and think that your mother’s purse is your cat* while in the hospital and experiencing a bad reaction to morphine after a surgical accident, well, then this is the poem for you.

*Actually there are no cats in this poem, but there were also no cats in the hospital room, so that makes all of this totally meta.