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Sold Out, But Empty
I am caged by my cautious wishes, waiting for God to call, with several unread texts from the devil, and a voicemail from some girl who found me at an unfortunate intersection. I have nothing on but my notions of who and what I was, but I strip them off, going to war with my…
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Host
I just wanted to host it at my house.I always do, because my house is big,and my oven feels even bigger.When I clean it, it’s like cave diving,so I was confident that I could cook a goose,turkey or a whole hen house of chickens,but everyone else had a Dickens of an idea and decided that…
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Borrowed and Blue
I wrote the forward to the diary of a mad woman,foolishly finding her ramblings amusing,her scratched stanzas were a mirror and a memoir,and I kissed her on a cursed cruise ship,that only seemed to stop at my port when I needed it most. How can I live if I’ve nobody to die for? I don’t…
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Putting On A Show For The Sun
My eyes were so stuck on the soil that I didn’t see the seasons change.The nights got lighter,but it wasn’t until I was frozen by indecision that I found the time to see the sun in all her glory.She stuck around until six,silent and without judgement,just watching my day unwind,my mind following,unravelling like soft, silver…
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In Conversation With The Sun
The sun has set and then seen fit to show her face again,and so have I.As she sparkles, I ask with a mousy, meek tone if I will always struggle to follow her as she rises,and we share a smile.She says nothing,but we both know that brighter days are bounding towards us.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 