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Flashback – Writing To Carol
From girl to wolf woman,it was your turn to lead.In the woods,short skirts and stanzas.Though you were miles away. Saw you in London, once.Hiked up Covent Garden.They did ask,and yes, poetry.From your throat, to my core. If I’m to ever know,or if I never do,I have grown.Under watchful words,not intended for me. I planned for…
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No Means No
I tell you “No means no”, but you know that I’m lying, you know that I’m trying to be wooed and pursued, that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” kind of vibe, and it’s cold, girl, outside your flat, and inside it too, so come check my body for tattoos (I don’t have any, but I won’t…
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Flashback – Dining At The End Of The World
We were so sweet,hands clasped,as we strolledto the end of the world. To run felt futile,when I was happy,to fade from life’s sky,for the girl,with a smile that all the stars envied. You didn’t need to say a word,I saw, before, when we ran,the way the madness clamped it’s jaw,around your dainty ankle,and roared “No…
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Westbound
You ask me which way is westbound, as we wait around in London Bridge tube station, for some kind of miracle to occur, some kind of magic where I am miraculously made aware of where I’m going, and my confident stride is finally earned. It doesn’t come. I put my palms across the wall, splayed…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 