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The First Of Many Wives
I remember you as heaven, horseback, haughty, as I watched you glide past. You are now the past, a vision that is invited in, when I hear Happy Hour, by The Housemartins, and I recall, dark tresses, long dress, with a slit at the leg, the way you rode past, never knowing that you had…
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She Call Me “Heartbreaker”
It started with Jay Z’s verse, in Mariah Carey’s Heartbreaker. I had heard it thousands of times, but that time, in the midst of my own misery, and eventual heartbreak, I heard it, as if it was speaking to me directly. Shopping in solitude, because it had been an hour since I’d been adored, and…
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The Queen of Cluster C
I have… I have a thing that I’m not ready to discuss out loud, because it means I have to leave her behind, the girl I always thought I was. I am… I am not okay, and apparently, that’s okay, but it seems very not okay, when everyone socially distances from my crisis, like I’m…
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Cake and a Gift Bag
I have a notebook, where I wrote my will, last summer, so that people would know, where what little I possessed was meant to go, and so that my mother would know, that under no circumstances, was she permitted to use a photo outside of my own careful selections, on the news, or the funeral…
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Art Class
I break old patterns, colours run, collide, reform. I am clean and new.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 