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A Process
It was not your dress,but mine,cleaned but creased,swinging from the back of the bathroom door,watching me weep on the tiles below.It is the little things that breaks me into pieces.You would scold your old dog,lamenting that she could never learn the new and exciting trick that you called “ironing”,and as I traced the wrinkled fabric…
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Feliz Cumpleaños, Ol’ Brown Eyes
I stand above her cot,catching her eye as fading stars catch the first morning rays.She is so small,so minuscule that it is hard to believe she will be any bigger,but she blooms,and behind the cot,by the window,there she is again. Precocious brat in a princess dress,smiling, like she still believes it’s all up to her,and…
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Coping Mechanisms For When I Remember That You Are No Longer Mine
It’s only over,that’s all.Memories exist,but taste oh so bland. It’s only over,you know.I’ll remember you,like I remember Hastings beach on a sunny day,when I dug myself into the sand with a sullen, tear soaked face and begged to stay. It’s only over,I guess.I have nothing to cry about but everything.I write your name in the…
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Summergirl
There was this record,that you hated and wouldn’t hear,no matter how hard I haggled and all the battles I fought to make you see that it was our lives in a neat, sixteen track package.I spent the last few weeks of the summer shaking and salivating,possessed with the feeling of finally being understood,by some distant…
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Her Father Is Dead and Today Is His Birthday
I send best wishes to your ashes,flowers with bowed heads are no comfort,because I feel nothing on this day, every year.There is happiness in the days before,then hangovers,then nothing.An emptiness that is taller than you and I,an endless echo of silence that stalks me from midnight, until the twenty ninth stutters into life,and it’s not…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 