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Pancakes and Orange Juice
“All yours” is lettered along my legs, and inside my heart, as rain falls, on your freshly washed car. “Will you still love me tomorrow?” is waiting on my lips, playing on the radio, playing on my mind, and I think about how you played along, when I read your horoscope aloud, many times, using…
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Tea Tree
Tea tree tells me I’m nervous, sitting on my face, as I step back in the game. I was raised by feminist wolves, in the wilds of the world, and I feel I should be braver, bolder, brighter in the face of danger, but the tea tree, like a concerned stranger, seeing my frozen and…
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So What If I Was Slightly Drunk When I Wrote This?
Two ciders down, and I am free from hell, singing American Pie, as I drink in your eyes, stolen from Satan, forgetting the things that haunt me, my body, amazed atoms, that explode and reform, in the seat next to you, as you drive, and it’s like my life has begun again. Windswept wishes, as…
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The Creator Of Divine Revolution
I come crashing down, just for the feeling, sometimes, but I sleep, a little more stable, when you grace my dreams with your presence. They used to call me, the creator of divine revolution, I was born under certain stars, that revealed some shit to me, that felt feverishly urgent, and once upon a time,…
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After
Your sheets are soft, and so is your voice, when you’re done with me, discipline disappearing underneath discussion, as you stroke my hair, eyes where your hands once were, with soft kisses joining them when I fall asleep.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 