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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E43 – The #GoodVibesOnly Episode

On today’s episode, Jennifer shares some new poems, and talks about how to recover from a broken heart, how to prepare your heart for new adventures, when to say no, and what the hell Blackfishing is.

Jennifer also updates you on recent events in British politics, including Rishi Sunak begging the public to eat out with him (ew Rishi), Nicola Sturgeon being the prom queen of handling pandemics and Mark Francois going full midlife crisis

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

Season 4

Besos,

J x



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Fire Of My Loins

I am sitting in a whirlwind,

of woeful, wistful voices,

veering closer,

as I sit with my smug smile,

and my cheap notebooks,

full of cheap cracks,

about everyone I perceive to have punished me.

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I close my windows,

just to make sure I’m alone,

waking up when both the sun and moon are sleeping,

so the city is my own,

and I do not have to share.

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Line to line,

I get by fine,

prosey,

pretentious Princess,

fucking my feelings,

and my finest work,

every night,

because they satisfy me,

in a way no man or woman ever could.

Screaming silently,

drowning in my own divine decadence,

dreaming in Spanglish,

slow motion declarations of devotion,

from a carousel of cancelled affections.


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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.

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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,

unlocked,

all over the world.

We graffiti the streets,

with pictures of promise,

daring to be the women we needed.

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They told my Grandma,

“Find a nice man,

have a baby,

get a new kitchen,

if you behave yourself.”

They told my Grandma to change herself.

She changed the world,

instead.

So will I.

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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.

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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 false hopes,

shoved down her throat,

until she stopped breathing.

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Murdered,

by the billion year old boy,

her corpse,

creeping into his room,

at his mother’s house,

hiding away with the beard dye,

and the other girls he broke on his travels.

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Murdered,

on her search for who she was,

on a night of nostalgia,

where nothing was the same,

but she closed her eyes,

and pretended anyway.

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That’s when I snuck up,

more gentle than the last,

and kissed,

with chloroform and kindness,

the girl they murdered,

finally at rest,

with the woman she became.


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Jigsaw

Can you fit my heart into yours?

There’s a missing piece,

several,

actually,

and I’ve begged them to come home,

so we can be complete,

but,

God,

they’re just like me.

Off at parties they never wanted to attend,

reliving rickshaw rides,

and dances at bus stops,

that are only wonderful in their heads.

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Hearts with heads,

God,

they’re just like me.

I see you’re missing pieces too.

You don’t have to tell me where they are,

or where you’ve been,

but,

maybe we can ignore what we lost,

and try to make a picture,

from the pieces that remain?


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