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What I Will Tell My Son About COVID-19
My eyes are staring back at me, inquisitive and destined for exploration. They want an explanation, help with homework, because a hellish phase of my life has now become history, and I am a book, as well as a chef, so as I make dinner, I don’t deny my curious companion the answers. “Madre…” The…
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Miss You
I wait for your kiss, it lives in far away lands, until lockdown ends. Until then, I dream, a slave to my subconscious, lips soft, fast asleep.
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The Joy Of Performing
Lights up ahead, hiding you from my view, as I stand at the edge of expectation, butterflies in my stomach, my children in my mouth. I don’t want to disappoint you, but I imagine myself in your place, and worry that I always will. The lights linger, ever stronger, as the applause fades, impatience begins.…
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Empty Chairs
Empty chairs, kept in the cupboard under the stairs, far away from me, and my solitary celebration. Don’t cry for me, because this ship can’t stand any more tears, dearly departed plans, that never had a chance of staying above icy depths. You know I’m going to drink too much, neat and neurotic, fading from…
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Cherry Blossoms
Cherry blossoms caught in my hair, as I return home. The air is ice, but I am warmed by your arms. First around my waist, then gently pulling me into you entirely, your lips letting me know, that you’d prefer me to stay home. I had plans, but now I have your hand in mine,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 