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The Single Girl’s Guide To Sant Jordi
I have no need for flesh to burn. My alter aches for roses, given with good intentions, their petals, soft and sentimental, easing the exertion of existing in a home that grows ever hostile to my heart. The right one never comes. I’ve never been a martyr, because I’m too much of a narcissist, neatly…
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Ferries To Nowhere
Dainty at the docks, I am surrounded by space and spirits. Reading tarot for Pocahontas, while I wait for this new world to make sense. Boats go to and fro, freedom, so temptingly close. I could go, over the barriers and into the waiting water, onto a boat, to wherever she goes, unsanctioned adventure. Summer…
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Solitude Is A Solid Ally
I want to be free, but I chain myself to pain, in case it leaves me. She has always stayed, lonely on my window sill, chains around her neck. She is not ideal, but she is complex, constant. Maybe, that’s real love.
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A Quiet Life
They’re complaining again, and I’m trapped, somewhere in the ceiling, because that’s where I was left, when everyone ran away and it suddenly became my job to avoid their ever changing moods, and daily drinking binges. I type out a text, with my own complaints, about how I’m so tired from all the tornados, how…
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Julian Was Coming To Visit
Glassy eyes, against the glass, of the garden facing window. Day is done, dinner, unfulfilling, clock ticking, then snailing. I hold a picture of him, beside my beating heart, that breaks, with every minute. Time snakes, snailing, hope hounded, but prevailing, because he could arrive, at any minute. Life is a surprise, if you let…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 