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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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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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Demos
I wrote you a song, when I walked past our car park, 3PM, but the sun hid from me, streetlights, saying hello, far too early, as I danced beneath their pale glow, all alone, losing my mind, lost in the night that we met.
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Widow In The Waves
One of many daughters, I drown, rise, and drown again, dancing on the shore, in black lace, while the moon admires me, from the safety of the sky. Are my problems all that problematic? I calm the waters, with the wisdom, that what happens is temporary, hiding in the depths, that I call home, humming…
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Sapphic Summer
Peeking through the window, like a nervous, naughty infant, with a disappointing school report, I saw you. I watched you. I waited, not by choice, but by command of my confidence (or lack thereof) that insisted on spending several minutes, wondering why someone so delightful, decided to take me out for dinner. I watched you,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 