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Beautiful Brown Eyes
I am wrapped in ribbons, around my waist, tidily tangled in my hair, skin holding onto honey that I bathe in. Don’t look disappointed when I respond with “I know” instead of “Thank you” after you tell me that I look beautiful, I have eyes. I have beautiful brown eyes.
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Hopeful, Again.
Hopeful, again. I am hoping for the best, because I sleep restfully since I met you. I tried your name out in my mouth, and it fit. It tasted good. I imagined a gentle kiss, in the soft glow of the moonlight, and, God, my body smouldered, so starved for something she had barely tasted.…
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Growing Up
I think wistfully about what I will be like when I grow up. Clean credit cards, a clean sink that gleams, as if it has never glimpsed a dirty dish, a son, settled into sleep (I am so convinced it is a boy), while I write, perched on the windowsill, singing softly to my assorted…
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Torn Pages
I tell people that I am an open book, but a book that needs translating, because it’s easier than explaining why the ink has run and the pages are torn. I just don’t let them look. “The book is open…” I say “But avert your eyes.” They won’t understand. I won’t know how to tell…
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Making Pasta With Morrissey
This is such an old story, so predictable, well trodden boards, and all that, but I gather everyone I know and I tell it again anyway, because my heart feels like she has never been heard. I am currently attempting to live in the moment. I am currently attempting to “have fun” and enjoy being…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 