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I Have Honest Lips
I cover them in a clear gloss,painting like Peter Paul Rubins,clear and transparent,showing my colour,like Crystal LaBeija,never betraying the way that I was born.Clear and transparent,these lips have secrets,but they speak the truth,if you ask nicely.
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Reasons Why I Can’t Move In With You
It is complicated.I can’t be any clearer than that.There is no clear path to a peaceful life,and I’m sure you know that,but just like me,you like to dream,because life is so sweet when it isn’t real,and we really release ourselves to the mercy of fantasy.There are blossoms blessing the platform of the train station,and I…
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My Love Is A Lie
I have idealised inventions.I have given great passion to false perceptions.I was never very good at first impressions,and I am impressed by standard politeness and the very basics of fair treatment.I think I have been the bride of a daydream more times than I could ever count.More and more,I am mulling over former muses and…
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Green Leaves
Green leaves are on the way back.I am grateful for the passage of time,and how it patched me up.I never thought I would see my garden bloom again,the perfection of my poppies,my passionate red roses and loving lavender,poking from the dirt and peeking at the world,wanting to be sure that this is the right place…
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Watching My Son Sleep
Sleeping safe,grandmother’s blanket by the foot of the bed,crocheted squares crashed to the floor long ago,because just like me,there is fire in your veins,tornadoes tattooed inside of your skin,and you could never stay in one place for too long.I tuck you back in,my throat full of all the things I want to say,but my mind…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 