Palo Alto Passion

Hola amigos,

I hope you’ve enjoyed the weekend. You can now watch my latest video, which contains the brand new poem “Palo Alto Passion”.

I really hope you enjoy it!

Besos,

J x


Coffee broke the ice,
glacial to feverish,
we burned out too fast.
Fire and stone.
The whole place was a beautiful blaze,
I could hear diegetic distraction,
soaring streams of strings,
supportive screams,
from the charcoaled crowd at the table beside us.
I sipped cider,
slipped ideas into your handsome head,
from text,
to trembling fingers,
promises of Palo Alto passion.
Alas,
as good things always do,
and good girls,
and good boys always must,
we burned out too fast.

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New Podcast!

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I have updated the podcast episode guide and you can check out the new episode here.

On the latest episode, I talked about romantic frustration, letting go of the past and biphobia, as well as reading some new poems. Hope you enjoy the episode!

Besos,

J x


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The Babysitter

You never weatherproofed your roof,

and so I came,

with the rain,

falling unwelcome,

but essential,

dripping into your daydreams,

washing away the nights of low self esteem,

waiting in the gutter,

for you to need me again.

I dance in the damp,

to the sound of your thunder,

love for each striking stroke,

of lightning,

down my spine,

to a place you only know,

when we are alone,

dripping in desperation,

drowning in things

you know you should sail past.

I’ve leaked into your life,

drops of me in your dinner,

your children swim in my kindness.

We couldn’t pull ourselves from this whirlpool,

so we sink to the ocean beds,

paddling in deep, deep trouble.

I’ve counted the seconds your eyes explore me,

as you walk me home,

as you put up your umbrella,

drinking in one last look,

whispering something about silly little girls,

grumbling about getting a new babysitter,

but,

you never do,

you just return,

with a slight adjustment of your coat,

that covers too much,

and kiss me,

with restriction,

on the cheek,

making it clear,

you’ll let your home wash away,

in our flood.


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You’re A Crushing Bore (But I’ve Got A Crush On You)

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J x

You spent two hours,
telling me you’d never break my heart.
You spent two hours,
breaking my heart,
just from wrapping it,
so tightly,
that it suffocated.

I fantasised,
about your nights,
as a werewolf.
My fingers lost in your fur,
the flurries of your broken restraint.
I am scarred,
under the stars,
but in the morning
you overflowed with apologies,
when the moon was put to bed,
and you awoke,
worried about what I thought of you.

When the sun is in our eyes,
you’re a crushing bore,
but I’ve got a crush on you.
My hands speak a language that I know you understand,
but most days,
you pretend your whole body is deaf.
I play on the tracks,
hoping for a highspeed service,
to take me somewhere sublime,
but you’re still waiting at the station,
ignoring green light,
after green light.

You swing,
and you miss,
by not playing at all.
I stole your mind,
from your back pocket,
in some bar,
where you were so interesting,
insane,
a tornado.
Your destruction,
delicious,
lasted minutes,
before you shrank to the ground,
found naked in a field,
and I am marked,
missing the man you become,
when the moon comes out.


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Who?

Who will love me,
when I drop my key,
beneath the mat,
promise my suitcase,
my heart,
that we’re really going this time?

No one.
Just like you said.
No one.

I run back inside,
close the door.
Falling into your indifferent arms.
Take me back.
Take me back.
TAKE ME BACK.

“I never even noticed you were gone.”

We kiss.
I am yours,
again.
We are one,
on the kitchen counter,
and then,
again,
upstairs,
in the room,
where I dreamed of more for me,
and as you sleep,
I am seduced,
again,
by the front door.

I leave for the night,
and forever.
Who will love me?

No one.
Just like you said.

Who will love me?

I will try.


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