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Sold Out, But Empty
I am caged by my cautious wishes, waiting for God to call, with several unread texts from the devil, and a voicemail from some girl who found me at an unfortunate intersection. I have nothing on but my notions of who and what I was, but I strip them off, going to war with my…
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New Year, Same Disaster
It feels like just a few weeks since you last wrote one of these letters, but it is in fact a year. As mad as it might make me appear to the outside world, I enjoy sending these letters to you, and I like to imagine me (or you) reading them, back before all of…
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Who’s That Girl?
I’m that girl from your computer screen, on the live stream, or the self destructive Instagram stories. I am a collective hallucination that heats up around Halloween and Christmas time. That girl in a minidress at a Catholic Church, that bitch who sits on the bridge by her lakeside lair, writing rhymes and reasons to…
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Made
I’d like to say I was made somewhere, but I don’t know that I’m complete. A naive version of myself thought this would be a settled point in my life, but she was deluded in the most darling way, footsteps receding as she raises her eyes to the stars, hopeful and hungry. I have washed…
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Jennifer’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage
The poetry I write says nothing to me about my life,because my life is preciously provincial,still doing the same routines, no matter how I age,writing the same stanzas again and again,chilling but charming,page after page,because it doesn’t matter what I say,my velvet voice makes it much more pleasant. She told me that I was her…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 