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I Am A Woman and I Have Shit To Do
I think I remember the first time I noticed I was a woman. I was seven, and a man’s eyes lingered too long… On what? I’m not so sure, because I was so small, so bereft of something to stare at, plain, unchanged from the flesh flower my mother had given to the world, not…
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Distraction
So breathless, last night, imagining you and I. Still captive by morning, so wrapped up in the things I thought you might say, flurry of kisses that I’ve missed, extra pillows on your bed, because you knew I was coming to stay. My mind has been away all day, still stuck on you, and how…
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Dawn Breaks, and Brings Unpleasant Surprises
I wear a key around my neck, silver and small, belonging to a door that only I can see, because, well, everyone needs some place to escape, and that door is mine. Just a little place, where I can place my problems aside and delve truly into devotion to myself, and I suppose, to whatever…
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Endless Roads
Long, grey, endless roads remind me of you. The spotlight streetlights, stretching out a million miles, with darkness either side. You, by my side, and I’m surprised at how little I fear the dark, when I know you’re next to me, and I am staring at the sat nav, negotiating with the minutes until my…
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Typing It Into Existence
“Think of me often.” I type, because I’m the type of girl with demanding fingertips, who always slips in the ocean of her affections, drowning but never disturbed by the sensation. I’d like to watch you, in the waves, the sun and all her many rays, so happy to see you, that they shine all…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 