Thursday, December 18, 2025

Jack By Jenna Restel


Something about Jack,

the first sip,

gave me courage


I was able to ask

why you lack accountability

so severely


Why a womanizer,

like you,

can advise two daughters


Why a scammer, a thief,

such as yourself,

asks why I broke the law


Why a man like you,

with so many addictions,

tells me not to drink


Why the atheist 

who raised an atheist

tells me to believe


Why can you be a hypocrite?


Why are you better than me?


Alone again,

onto another sip

without any answers.





Jenna Restel is a New Jersey based writer. 
She explores grief, memory, trauma and bad habits. You may find her published poetry in Keeping the Flame Alive, Bionik Pu$$y, The Khaotic Good, and more. Upcoming issues of Cajun Mutt Press, Orenaug Mountain and Rust Belt Press will feature her poems as well. 


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