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Late Night Shopping
I went shopping for silk, imagining myself as a mistress, who goes hiking in the valleys of Los Angeles, while waiting for her forbidden fruit to find some time, to do dastardly deeds on the sheets his wife dutifully washes. There is no wife, this time, I’m going straight, in a sense, though I remain…
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Ribbons and Fairy Lights
I am bewildered in your bed sheets, wrapped in ribbons, my rushing thoughts, hurry out as hurtling breaths, and I can’t think of anything, but the softness of your voice. Your touch softens, I am alight, then you are deliciously rough with me, and I am anxious energy, wanting you to want me, watching you…
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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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Sincerely, Jennifer x 