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Grief Is A Girl’s Best Friend
Leaving at my own leisure, I treasure the fresh air, the silence, until I realise it is an illusion, and I am in a revolving door of revolting devotion. Mary Magdalene, grieving over Jesus, and all that could have been, over and over again, bracing for breaking, the way I always do, because I can’t…
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Nature Is A Language. Can’t You Read?
Thatcher’s dead, but I’m still not satisfied. I join her in the dirt, with broken promises and stars in my eyes, my dreams don’t cast shadows, and I live in a neighbourhood where good people don’t go. He joins me, and I smoke all his cigarettes, while we listen to The Smiths. He asks me…
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Princess
Princess of gold, Princess of depth, Princess of falling asleep, introspective and restricted, dreaming of days to come, celestial, finding solace in solitude, for a few seconds, that never hold their beauty, for long enough. Princess of faithful fantasies, Princess of self severity, Princess of passing out, after expending too much energy, trying to explain…
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Girl Afraid
Yes. The way is clear. If I just say, yes, maybe I can appear so brave, that my doubts will fear me, and I will be free of them, and free to be whatever I’d like to be. I watch a man at the bus stop, with a broken heart, restart the same Smiths song,…
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In Celebration of Single Mothers
She’s split in two, guarding her cubs, everywhere at once, time is at her beck and call. Taking twenty four hours, making it stretch, the way her child benefit does, and the sporadic maintenance money, that she manages to shake, from reluctant pockets. She makes sandwiches in her sleep, house and uniforms clean, play dates…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 