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This One
With standards lower than my necklines, I scribbled your name, everywhere I could reach. My wishes for us, fell to the floor, and I joined them, clutching at your shoes, the hems of your trousers, hysterically hoping. Please. Please. Please. Don’t let this one, be the one, who leaves, like the last. Order “Stormy Weather”…
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The Answered
I wanted him to look at my face, and follow the script, but we had wandered into an ad lib class, so it was up in the air, like the planes, and the pollution. He tried not to say it, but when he looked at my face, he could see you all over it, so…
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El Triste
El triste. I am at my mirror, unable to glance up, to the disappointed gaze, of a girl who hoped for better, but settled for something that made sense. I am wrapped in the velvet rope, that holds me, from the woman I want to be, and I am ashamed, but apathetic, that I didn’t…
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Medicine Cabinet
I made friends with the medicine cabinet. I asked him to take me away, from the house that built me, and I asked it why the house went deaf, every time I went to the door, to tell it my troubles. He told me she had dreams for me, stuffed in her ear, like wax…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 