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Nature Is A Language. Can’t You Read?
Thatcher’s dead, but I’m still not satisfied. I join her in the dirt, with broken promises and stars in my eyes, my dreams don’t cast shadows, and I live in a neighbourhood where good people don’t go. He joins me, and I smoke all his cigarettes, while we listen to The Smiths. He asks me…
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Princess
Princess of gold, Princess of depth, Princess of falling asleep, introspective and restricted, dreaming of days to come, celestial, finding solace in solitude, for a few seconds, that never hold their beauty, for long enough. Princess of faithful fantasies, Princess of self severity, Princess of passing out, after expending too much energy, trying to explain…
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Girl Afraid
Yes. The way is clear. If I just say, yes, maybe I can appear so brave, that my doubts will fear me, and I will be free of them, and free to be whatever I’d like to be. I watch a man at the bus stop, with a broken heart, restart the same Smiths song,…
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In Celebration of Single Mothers
She’s split in two, guarding her cubs, everywhere at once, time is at her beck and call. Taking twenty four hours, making it stretch, the way her child benefit does, and the sporadic maintenance money, that she manages to shake, from reluctant pockets. She makes sandwiches in her sleep, house and uniforms clean, play dates…
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Sneaking Out Of School
You remind me of sneaking out of school, finding myself in fields, where adventure awaits, if I can be brave enough. I am thinking of adventure, as you sleep beside me, already disturbed several times, by my inconvenient need to be out of bed. You forgive me, welcoming me back into your lair, holding my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 