They sell dandelion seeds at the horticulture stores now,
Because they found that the wild part of us needs to eat these wild wings
So our bodies can remember
The ancient times when we were free,
And we could fly.

It was long before the stories of Icarus and Jatayu,
Long before the warnings of the eternal punishment of Prometheus,
Long before we were 'human,'
In the infancy and innocence of ourselves,
Prehistory and pre-speech.
We were free to fly
For we had no need to work,
But only to live.

But then the half gods came.

But when they go, perhaps Emerson will be proved,
"Then the Gods will come."

Maybe then love and peace will get along
And the people of the earth proclaim the old maxim:
"Love really does make the world go round,"
And Einstein's other theory,
"Peace cannot be kept by force;
It can only be achieved by understanding."

-Jenn

I feel drunk or like some ecstasy
From smelling summer jasmine
I want to fall in a lush bed of honeysuckle vines
And dream
While the breeze blows the blossoms over my toes and ankles
While the leaves tickle my thighs and torso
While you kiss and nibble my breasts
And put your fingers in my mouth
To let me kiss you too

I want to feel your hands holding my waist
While you make love to me
Your tongue in my mouth as skyrockets ignite in me
I want to fall asleep in your arms and dream
Of a timeless place that we never have to leave

I can tell when I've gone into this mode
By the way I put plastic ware in the dishwasher,
And can't seem to bring myself to throw away the twistie ties from bread sacks.
And I don't worry much about a glass ceiling
Or glass walls
Because I'm not one to throw rocks,
But I'm trying to save the world
One glass heart at a time,
And that can be dangerous.

And when my idealistic nature gets the best of me,
And I see how much world is left
And how little time there is,
It points glaringly to my lack of success
And leaves me blue,
And singing sad songs to myself.
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good...
Baby, you're no good.

-jenn

I'm finally old enough and wise enough to know
What colors look best on me,
And I'm not controlled by the media
Or some patriotic hatred for Baylor or UT.
I look good in burnt orange, green apple, and TCU purple,
And frankly, red raider red does nothing for me.

Maybe, had I known then what I know now,
I'd've picked an arena of higher education
Better suited to my face.

-jenn

"It's too hot for you out here,"
I came and whispered in your ear,
"And you have cut enough rice for one day," I said.
And the sun was close to the flooded paddy,
And sweat poured from the terraces of your skin,
And I longed to harvest the very hairs from your arms,
And take you Into me
And prepare you properly.
But you had to win
Some unknown contest,
Another trophy for your mind,
And so you bent your stiff neck
Only to the plow.

And so we never said goodbye,
But I went back alone to the university.
I work with a team mapping the genome of Oryza Sativa.
But today I sat alone
In a bar across the street from the lab
And sipped soju.
My mind was blank
And I could see
That I am still as close to you
As the wet shirt you wear today,
Though, I too, am thin and worn.

But that shirt is something you would miss,
And you would hear it calling you
To ask you goodbye.
But then again, it would never ask.

-jenn

I never brushed my hair for the rain
But only for the sun.
Today the rain cried plaintively to me
And wanted me to come and play
In his dazzling chilling beauty.
And so I brushed my hair for him
And put on strawberry lipgloss
And went out into the places where his heavy clouds did lay.
And did he lavish diamonds on?
And did we smile and frolic?
Did we dance as the sun was gone away?
And now I look into his mirror
And see the rainbow
And the beads of rain he left upon my face.

-jenn

I dreamed the universe sent you a present,
And when you unwrapped it,
It was me--
A friend to remind you
How dearly beloved you are.
I dreamed the universe
Sent  me a gift, too.
I unwrapped it,
And it was you.

I love you.

-jenn