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Baby Birthmark
Arriving in the second month, there was a number two written on my wrist in pigment, or melanin, I’m not sure which, because I always struggled with science, but there I was, clean and new, glistening in the winter sun, my own and my mother’s blood decorating my skin. I was peaceful, but causing a…
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Old House
I happened to pass my old house this morning, and my eyes were dry, not like the last time I was within her walls, because I had met you since I left her, so my eyes had a full schedule of staring with adoration, and no time to weep. She called out, as I walked…
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Captive
I slept in your arms, but woke up alone, smiling. I could still feel you. You could not be seen, but you escaped from my dreams, and kept me captive. Captive and quiet, under starlit skies, I wait, for dreaming, for sleep.
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What She Means When She Says “I Tripped Down The Stairs”
It was just a little trip. Just a vacation, to a place nobody really wants to go. The kind of place nobody considers, never in the brochure, the kind of place where the sun silently slips away, and the rain won’t dare to visit. Baby at the bottom of the stairs, bathed in bruises, with…
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Do It Again
Sirens sing softly through the window, serenaded by the sounds of the city at night, sentimental mouth sewn shut, but I tear at the threads, as the stars shine through my ceiling, and I am quietly, chaotically in love. There is a fire beneath my back, lava between my legs, it feels like summer on…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 