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Scratch your fever into the forest.

Parted from the heart she longed for,

settling for cold concrete,

soft but sombre surroundings,

the forest,

now a pessimistic plank will understand.

She will know the truth,

that he was cute,

the moment you met him.

She will know

that you still loved him,

even when his face,

was a distant,

nervous memory,

a tapestry,

of all the things you feared

but fantasied about most,

she will listen,

if you let her.

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Scratch your fever into the forest,

bring your love,

bring your joy,

let her share your secret,

wearing your hidden heartbreak with pride,

decorated in the desires you wept over.

Let her be the bank you swim to,

when you are done drowning in his last words to you.

Scratch your fever into the forest,

and she will tell you that you were never sick in the first place.


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New Video: Drowning In Us (Short Film)

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You can now stream or download my short film, Drowning In Us.

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J x


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New Video: I Want To Be Joan Crawford

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Today, I have another new video, based on my poem “I Want To Be Joan Crawford” from my new book.

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New Podcast Episode

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The latest episode of my podcast is now available, and you can find it here, featuring previews of my upcoming book “Kissing Boys, Just For The Thrill” and some of my older work.

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Cherry Coke

A whole can of cherry coke,
ran down my throat,
as I tried to recapture the taste,
of our Friday night cinema trips,
where your hand was in mine,
and also in my popcorn,
and we were alone at last,
watching a world where we were possible.

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In the dark,
on sticky floors,
we have been to Baltimore,
longing for each other,
in a little loft,
with a sea monster sized secret.
Who can forget that time we went to space?
I kissed the tip of your nose,
as it crinkled at the sight of alien afterbirth,
and when we were almost caught,
sharing a cell with “Woke Latin Legend”, Paddington Brown,
you held me close as the lights went out,
lighting the whole of London,
with the oceans you call eyes.cherry coke jennifer juan
I drink my cherry coke,
but it doesn’t taste the same,
now that we’re out in this world,
apart.
The tattoo on your arm,
clear as day,
in the daylight,
belongs to someone else,
and I,
unmarked,
but unavailable to anyone but you,
must wait,
for Friday night,
when my heart will race,
and my cherry coke will taste like we are possible,
once again.


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