jenna-richardsonWhisper

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Don't go to Bed HappyWe will wake in the morning; pink and repentant. As if the words strung above our bed mean any less with the sun upon them.
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Jul 17, 2014
This isn't A PoemThis isn't a poem about how I don't like to get drunk / because I show that, maybe, / I'm not as strong as I say I am.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dating VowsI will count your teeth, naming them / for the reasons you smiled before me. / I will call her ugly and make fun of her name.
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Dec 5, 2013
I had my first one night stand with a Puerto Rican boy from RenoHe was a beautiful enigma. / A bonified butcher knife / whispering against my throat
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Oct 2, 2013
Cold WarDown and out, or better than ever, I can’t tell. / No matter where on Earth I am with you / I will wake up in cold sweats, panting
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Sep 25, 2013
UntitledOne day, I will meet you. My face / in ruins. Pink skin like thrift store taffeta, / and you will say nothing.
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Sep 25, 2013
Albuquerque, 1973Lend me your crimson / tinted telescope lens. / I can see you now
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Jun 10, 2013
InnerbeltI have to move up north, / and forget your name. / I don’t know where my hands are,
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Jun 10, 2013
To Whom it May ConcernI came to you as a pilgrim, / palms turned upward, / eyes empty.
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May 2, 2013
Lucky StrikesIt was mid-february when I asked / to put a cigarette out on your neck. / In July, I stopped asking,
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Apr 29, 2013
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