Poet Laundry

butter she mixed with sugar and fed to us on saltine crackers we washed it down with powdered milk we were poor we were r...

Her thoughts took a dark turn like jackals in the threadbare sun ripping, ripping until she couldn’t see herself, now a carcass of o...

we held them in an empty jar holes popped into the lid trickling grasses and bits of dirt to make their new home they we...

she carpeted her windswept fears with conversational banality every time he chanced upon her truths when those raw elements exuded f...

I held you in my hands, cupped you to my face, drenched myself in your flood, and hid tears in your presence                     ...

watching driftwood roll in                    silently                   slow sea breeze blowing salt into old wounds ...

the crumbs of midnight still hang on the eaves of disappointment while she longs for tenderness from an empty bottle of hope i...

I could practically smell the cigarettes Though the windows were rolled up In the aging tan-colored Oldsmobile It is the first t...

The peonies danced perfectly; with each windshake perfumed heads sprinkled sweet dew to the soil. For a moment she longed to be ...

           spitting watermelon seeds           proudly      through the new hole in his teeth Copyright 2012 Jennife...