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In Which She Gets The Christmas Tree Out Of The Cupboard
The Christmas cheer creeps out of the cupboard it has called home for the last year,and I am anxiously arranging the resilient plastic prettiness into some kind of chaotic order.Surrounded by gold and silver.Dior on a dollar.I am desperate to dazzle this December,because I am the hostess with the most angst and insecurity,so please be…
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Your Promise
I’m your favourite girl,glittering in the morning sunshine,spellbinding in silk.Cosmic kiss on candy coated lips,your promise is reborn in shining diamonds.
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Writing To Michael
I wrote a letter beneath the shimmering lights of the season,not to a holiday icon, hoping for granted wishes,but to a familiar name,that has never had a face attached,but feels like a match,by blood,or by spirit,I could never tell which. I have written a letter to the man who shares my surname.We could be related,or…
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Dinner Date
Your cultivation of my attention was swift, and somewhat impressive.Blinding,bad,better,bold,it was dangerous to dine with you. I hated to be your dinner date,because your hands would rule a Kingdom under the table,and I was a persecuted subject,tormented,tortured,toyed with,torrid. Struck by the sudden sweetness of your stare,I begin to wonder if I am in trouble,or if…
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Winter Morning
Leaves wave from the almost bare branches,and though I am barely awake,I am through with the day already.The sky is a grey grimace,glowering down at me,giving attitude that I don’t deserve,because we’re both getting going on a day that doesn’t promise us much.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 