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Who?
Who will love me, when I drop my key, beneath the mat, promise my suitcase, my heart, that we’re really going this time? No one. Just like you said. No one. I run back inside, close the door. Falling into your indifferent arms. Take me back. Take me back. TAKE ME BACK. “I never even…
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Aye Captain
The sun sends him screaming from our ship, chasing his youth, into the bathroom, blonde brushes into grey, and he blushes, as I swim closer. I kiss, coded, along his bow. India. Sierra. Tango. India. Lima. Lima. Whiskey. Oscar. Uniform. Lima. Delta. Safe in a lifeboat, back in my arms, he sinks back under the…
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Swimming After Eating
Hola amigos, You can now check out the video for my brand new poem “Swimming After Eating”. I hope you enjoy it! Besos, J x Enter The Monthly Poetry Competition here Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did Last Summer” here Order “Home Wrecker” here…
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Women
The bitter bite of being underestimated, again, as if I am not sewn together, from the ones the world tried to tear apart. Today, I am not the girl I was. I am patched up, with pieces, a collage of Queens. Their bones are fused, with my refusal to be silent, we are together, awake,…
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Murdered
I went back to the scene, of the many times she was murdered, canvassing Camden Town, to find her at 18, at 21, at 26. I was too late. Murdered, by the man who told her he knew best, choked to death, by the flimsy fabric, of the dress he insisted she wear, and the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 