Three Poems – Connor Orrico

Sleepless

monsters
nightly –
paroxysm
of language
languish –
maelstroms
made
in my mind
sentence
my spirit
to the bonds
of a body
without
a name

Healing/Haunted

remembering the ghosts of joy
offers ephemeral escape
but is its sweetness worth the pain
of tearing out sutures again

Worn Soul

sleep is a stranger
on the overnight train
passing these worn soles
wandering in the night

About the contributor: Connor Orrico is a medical student with interests in global health, mental health, and how we make meaning from the stories we share with each other, themes which were recently explored in his publications in Headline Poetry & Press, Detritus, and Dreich Magazine.