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I Do Not Want Equality. I Want Revenge.
I thought I’d write a flowery phrase about the women that inspire me,all the aspirations they dared me to dream,the ways I followed the paths they placed before me,but,no.I won’t betray them by being docile in the face of disrespect. It is a day for women,and I tire of men doing the minimum.I don’t want…
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Views Of The South Pier
My greatest weakness is a weak man with a tan line on his ring finger,the kind of man that slides a whisky I didn’t order onto the table,insisting that he doesn’t drink,hinting that it’s better if I do,confident of everything but his weathered face,but smiling with the boyish buoyancy that only comes with decades of…
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Dream Boat
The clouds have come apart against the pretty, painted, ultramarine,waking up with the sort of sigh that only comes with the premature end of elation,and darling, I understand them completely. Last night, I was lost in my lyrics and the whisky that whisked them into life,killed by a goodnight kiss, long after I had lost…
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My Dream Is Yours, Because It’s Yours and Mine
Your hand was full of hope, feeling unfamiliar in my own, but so necessary,so satisfying, as if it was something that had always fit there, but had never made itself known,and I kept your kiss and phone number on an old gum wrapper, because my mobile needed to nap,after snapping so many pictures of us.…
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Bunker
My violent vices are so beautiful in the moonlight of my musings,menthol cigarettes,maddeningly short dresses,mono recordings of 1940’s swing dances.These are the things that keep me sane while the wolves wait outside of my bunker. I am in the arms of an old haunt tonight,he is harmed by the truth we both know,and he holds…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 