I have always wanted to be exactly who I am today.
So thank you to everyone of you my friends, my family, my loved ones,
My enemies, my haters, my antagonists,
For all of you have contributed ingredients into this recipe that has made me exactly what I am, and I am thankful for every last one of you!

For the compliments, for the cut downs, for the encouragement, for the you-could-never-do-that-ers---
Thank you thank you thank you!

I love every last one of you
Today.

-jenn

Come transcendent one,
Pick me up
Into the sun
Til I am warm and free.
But let me gaze into your silver pools,
I shiver,
And chills tingle again
On skin that was asleep.
I find something deep
Within me stirs.
I've pulled myself back
From the brink of love twice,
But now
I find I'm going down,
Drowning in some forgotten sea
Of yours.
I can smell you
On the salty breeze,
The intoxicating scent
Of Hermes Trismegistis
Turning lead to golden sand.
Mmmmmmmmmmm,
Come take my hand
And walk on it with me.

-jenn

We were children playing in the park,
Until the night fell slowly on the ground.
In the darkness we slept high
Upon a rock,
And I was soft for you,
And you were hard.
And stardust lit upon us
And seeped in,
And changed the very nature of our souls,
And when we woke we found that we were grown,
Yet we stayed, for it was fun---
Children playing in the park.

-jenn

Ohhh my transcendental one,
You pick me up
Into the sun
And I am warm and free,
But if I stare into your silver pools,
I shiver,
And chills tingle again
On skin that was asleep.
I find something deep
Within me stirs.
I've pulled myself back
From the brink of love twice,
But now
I find I'm going down,
Drowning in some forgotten sea
Of yours.
And I can smell you
On the salty breeze,
The intoxicating scent
Of Hermes Trismegistis
Turning lead to golden sand.
Mmmmmmmmmmm,
Come take my hand
And walk on it with me.

-jenn

I want to be so perfect for you
(But I'm not),
(But I'm not).
I want to
Be the night wind
You throw yourself to
When you sleep.

I want to catch the dandelion seeds
(That you blow),
(That you blow),
Plant them in the middle
Of my garden
Til they grow,
And bring you the yellow flowers
And the kisses, honey sweet,
Lay the velvet petals at your feet.

I want to be
The one you reach for
(In the night),
(In the night ),
Be the book you press yourself between
In the mornin light,
The pages that you turn
When you want to get it right.
Baby, dream,
Dream sweet dreams of me.

-jenn

The Geiger counter clicks away
Fast and furious
The closer I get go the utility room.
Everything is drawn out in here.
Spagettification has occurred.
It all seems to be coming from the dryer.
The clothing particles accelerated while going round and round,
And if I could reach the dryer door,
I could open and stop it,
But I can't get my stupid feet to move.
A part of my brain has taken over,
A diabolical genius,
That hopes somehow
If just one of your t-shirts
Could collide with a pair of my jeans,
The rainbow bridge of Asgard
Might reappear.

-jenn

The Latin word for 'pussy' is 'pudenda,'
Which means 'something to be ashamed of.'
Which, literally, the Latins were much more technical and precise in their misogyny,
And they would have never ended their sentences with prepositions.
So, technically, it means,
'A thing deserving of shame.'

And here is where I will pause, and smile,
And tell you that it's OK,
Because we've come along way, baby!
But in truth I'm not sure we have.
I'm not sure we've come at all.
And I also think until we evolve as a species
So that babies are not conceived unless the woman has an orgasm too,
That we might be in trouble
Leaving it to love alone to make the world going around.
But I guess for now,
We can be happy that we've come far enough,
To be able to say the word 'pussy' in public,
And I guess we can take some comfort in knowing
That the Latin word for 'penis' is ...  'penis,'
Which means 'tail. '
So maybe us men and us women are all in this together after all.

-jenn