JennyCam
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Poem--Your Eyes are Intimidating.
But your heart is an unruly child, / it pouts on the staircase and screams, / it will not go to bed until you / appease it with stories and justifications.
Poem: Forest Lawn Cemetery
The shadows seem to try to say, / “We represent the lost and gone,
Poem: For Matt.
They trickle down my arms / my stomach my legs my feet / and they are entwined again, / disorganized,
Poem: On Waking Alone.
plastic flowers drenched / in expensive French perfume / I never asked for.
Poem: Sand Drift.
The sand / once white, / once drifting / sits heavily in my teeth
Poem: RSVP-ing.
I don’t want any part / of you that doesn’t / tangibly exist to me / unless it is love / thoughts / breath on my breath
