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Cider
Golden dreams inside my glass, your eyes are on me. Let’s dream, together.
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Jessica Krug
Hi Jess, can I call you Jess? Say yes. Go on, we’re family, probably, somewhere along the lines, right? Because we’re the same, ebbing between ethnic lines, except mine isn’t a lie. You’ve got me all mixed up, sis, and I was already a confusing concoction. Not quite white enough to wade away from racism,…
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To Men Who Catcall
A man with no manners called me rude, after shouting something about my boobs, and being wounded by the sharp edges of my sweary response. I assume he’ll heal, from being told to fuck off, but my body is full of scars, spoken onto my skin, by men, who don’t know how to keep their…
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Fireworks
Yellow stars fading into the darkness, replaced by blue, and then red. I am homesick for you, holding the necklace you got me for my birthday, to my beating heart, like it was my connection to God, watching New Year’s fireworks, halfway through the calendar, because you fracture my thoughts, and the way time interacts…
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Cover Me In White Roses
Cover me in white roses, when it’s all over, when the sun stops spinning around me, and the stars dress in dark lace. Make me a garden, where things go to say goodbye, in the chapel, where we first kissed, racked with guilt, because our love always felt secret, even when everybody knew, and you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 