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Cowboy Films

A myriad of matriarchs surround the stereo,

someone is making sandwiches,

that nobody will taste,

but will eat,

out of habit,

and politeness.

I pull down my dress,

aiming for knees,

I will never reach,

wondering what you would think of me,

if you weren’t obliged,

by family ties,

to love me.

Generations span the room,

holding hands,

handing out tissues,

swapping stories,

celebrating through the sad exchange of pleasantries,

and drinks.

I’m thinking again,

about myself,

and what you thought.

It has suddenly struck me,

that I don’t really know you at all,

though I do not know a year of my life,

without you.

I take a sandwich,

subtly sending it to it’s doom,

at the bottom of the kitchen bin.

Your old flat is overcrowded,

by grief,

the air is thick and lonely,

and I wonder if I’ll ever stop wondering,

why I left it too late,

to sit with you,

cross legged,

by your chair,

watching cowboy films,

with sandwiches.

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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E35 – Dropping names, for the drama! Featuring Lana Del Rey, Princess Margaret and Dominic Cummings…

On today’s episode, Jennifer shares some new poems, and talks about self sufficiency, writing in quarantine, discovering The Crown on Netflix, relating to the royal family, and the telenovela that is Lana Del Rey’s Instagram feed.

Jennifer also updates you on the recent events in British politics, including the government’s reversal on NHS surcharges for NHS workers, the collapse of Rishi Sunak’s fandom, and the comings and goings of Dominic Cummings.

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

Season 4

Besos,

J x



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Divorce

I was on the pier,

playing my part in filling the ocean,

collapsing under the chaos of home,

bound to return,

but broken at the thought.

For a moment,

for the very first time,

I was alone.

There had never been a voice,

or even a familiar, friendly hand to hold,

just a promise of forever,

golden,

guiding light,

that surrounded me,

until,

it suddenly went out.

My devotion,

deserted,

as I bled into the beach,

begging for the space to breathe,

for believing to be easier,

for just a second.

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Naps

I read our lives to you,

as I rest,

surrounded by the rest of our days,

daring to dive into my dreams,

deep and delightful.

I am live on air,

living for you,

love in it’s purest, prettiest form,

painting masterpieces,

with messy,

well meaning hands.