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Poppies For My Girl
Bury me with a glass coffin.No grass and dirt,so my girl can see my bee stung lips (all mine, swear to God) and eternal eyelashes for the rest of time.Let my truth be forever etched in stone.A wayward wife,an unfit mother,too Catholic to swallow,too gay to be a “real” Catholic,a bit too mixed race to…
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Slipping Through Her Fingers
I blacked out and woke up with bruised knees.For a second,it felt like I was standing on the frame of my brother’s buggy again,peering over the sun guard,to see the world a little better,but, no, I was just back in bed,nursed by a matron who meant well, but had to know she was trying to…
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Forecast
The leaves are threatening to fall again, dreich days replace the summer haze that I barely noticed until it was all I needed, and then, suddenly, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the leaves leapt from the trees. This does not bode well.
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Movie Star
You said that loving me was hard to do, because you never had a clue what was real and what was just another reel of my endless Hollywood saga. If I was to tell you the truth, I’d say that I wasn’t sure either. The lights are flickering as you find me, somewhere in the…
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I Want To Be Saved
When he comes for me,I’ll smile as my soul is snatched,because I heard once that there was more to life than dying,but I never really believed it. I spent a long time last night,asking myself if it would hurt to finally be torn from this life,but my body is bruised,my heart, hurt in so many…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 