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Old Women
My grandma told me once, that when you’re an old woman, you become invisible. Wandering the world, unseen, unheard, unnoticed. I’m surprised WASPI women didn’t turn to crime, to create new pensions for themselves, under their invisibility cloaks. The trouble is, the definition of an “old woman”, changes all the time, because there are so…
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Julian Was Coming To Visit
Glassy eyes, against the glass, of the garden facing window. Day is done, dinner, unfulfilling, clock ticking, then snailing. I hold a picture of him, beside my beating heart, that breaks, with every minute. Time snakes, snailing, hope hounded, but prevailing, because he could arrive, at any minute. Life is a surprise, if you let…
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Saviour
Soft, shy waves, collide with clouds and sky, meeting at midnight, stars sleep silently, above us. I remember love, how it lay in wait, around every corner, to capture me, enraptured and evolving. Soon, as always, I revolved around romantic revolutions, knowing you would bring nothing but trouble, but knowing I had no real choice.…
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She Has a Type
Lost little lady, living so many lives, dancing in her diamonds, with divorced dads, in the mist of memories, smoky scenes, drunk, Disaronno, a promise to God, where her garter rests, undisturbed.
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Mother
Rosary, rosary, wrap yourself around my neck, show me how to ascend, let me be pure. Mother, let me be pure, again.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 