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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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Por Amarte Así
I smile at you, seven times a day, noting each down, in the notebook you presented me, for my last birthday, inscribed with instructions on how I should chronicle our continued love, and all the ways it ebbs and flows. I just want you to know, that I know that things aren’t ideal, that real…
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World Building
‘Tis better to go mad, in your own little world, than to be bored, and trapped in someone else’s. You can explore if you like, but you can never stay, because this place is mine, and I cannot protect you from her.
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Thinking
I’m not thinking about it. I think I have found a happy medium, where I can go a few minutes, in total peace, before starting to break down, as I recall what I meant to banish.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 