Jennifer Jenkins Biography

winter crushes
the promise of April,
a string of robins
shiver at my window;
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you'd rather be alone,
sitting hard,
replaying how she
seduced you
...

stumbling through
nights
of hope
waiting on the stars
...

I found her on the deck
half-baked,
choking on the noon-day sun
frantic with a batch of rats-
...

I am tired without you
staring into January;
tree lights, red and gold
tint my window.
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