The stars are spelling your name
In the darkness of my heart.
They're lighting my sky with you.
The brightening brings thunder,
And lightening brings day,
And I'm smiling.
I'm smiling again.

Come to the palace of my heart!
Help me find the pea,
Like the grain of sand in the oyster,
My world of mattresses proves
I'm a princess,
But I'm smiling.
I'm smiling again.

-jenn

I scare people.
It's in my job description.
It's what I do.
Come,
Let me scare you.

My DNA was crafted thus,
The potter's clay, the ash, the dust
All came together just so,
And my eyes, Athena blue,
Will cast their grey and burn a hole
Through you,
And you'll be terrified too,
Cause that's what Tiggers do best, baby.

My favorite place to scare people is Walmart.
The sock aisle, or the magazines.
The good folks as they drive to work,
I scare them too.
They honk at me lots,
And I'm not sure if it's because
I'm driving slow,
Or because I'm just almost (s)topless.

-jenn

I wander the garden on a cloudy day.
A wistful breeze blows the weeds apart,
And I spy colorful fruit just ripe for me.
I gather six black cherry tomatoes and a small sweet pepper,
Two bright yellow pear tomatoes
And a baby cucumber.
It's more than this lazy gardener needs
On a day like today,
When I'm thinking of you,
And so thankful for the scripture that says,
'He who looks back
Ain't fit for a plow.'

-jenn

I see your head craned north of here.
I know you ache to go,
But I pull you down into the night with me,
Deeper into the darkness where
Faint stars pulse and glow,
But you have to close your eyes to see,
That you're worth it to me,
And I'm proud of you.

You're in another time zone now,
Maybe even a different astral plane,
But the mating humpbacks know the way.
They submerge as bull and cow,
Undulate as one in wax and wane
Until I see stars now, even in the day,
And you're worth it to me,
And...I'm proud of you.

-jenn

Do you pray?
Do you seek the truth?
Or have you settled into the lie of the adversary?
Oh we all want to think we would have never eaten the apple in the garden,
But we are eating it as we speak,
Talking with our mouths full of apples,
Bitter fruits,
That draw our faces down,
Make our eyes water.
But we're not crying,
Oh no,
And we're not praying either.

-jenn

If I could time travel,
I'd be here one minute and gone the next.
I dance naked on the lawn at 63rd and Penn
And vanish like a ghost just as
They would come for me.
I'd swim on the shores of Waikiki,
Touch every standing stone at Carnac France.
I'd pose alone and tiny
On the giant stones of the Trilithon at Baalbek
And wave Bon Voyage to every ship
That departs west from the rocky roughs of Hebrides,
And then I would sit
Up high on the cliffs above your head,
And blow kisses down on you
Until the rings of Saturn melt
And every moon is blue.

-jenn

We can?
We can do it the easy way
Or the hard way?
Ahhhhhh, I remember them both
So well.
Oh well.

Or, I could blow it out your tailpipe
Of great indifference I guess.
But what does it matter?
I'll still be this plate of food that you don't want,
You'll still be,
Not the elephant in the room,
But the room, itself,
That wraps me so tight I warp,
That holds me inside,
Staring from wall to wall to wall
Wondering at all the strange construction,
The artifice of carpet on the floor,
When I could be outside
Picking tomatoes
Or which row I want to hoe.

-jenn