Oil and water do mix
If you add a cup of sugar,
One egg,
Some flour and some baking soda.
Cinnamon is always good,
And vanilla is especially nice this time of year.
Then you can have your cake
And eat it too.

-jenn

I'm just a little garnishette
On a silver tray,
An angel made from frilly winter kale
And garlic.
My halo is a frozen shallot
Gone limp from all the jostling
And the languid temperature of the room.

And just as all my components pull
Away from the toothpick underpin,
A brilliant gleam admires my raisin eyes.

The light bent from the snow outside
And off a diamond earring
Stuck to the oily jaw of a feaster here.

And though every furbelow dreams
Of being consumed,
This wasn't what I had in mind.
But I guess beggars can't be choosers.

-jenn

Your smile put its feet up on my bench.
The twinkle in your eyes took off its gloves,
And the comfortable gaze we shared
Inspired me.
But when I looked back,
And you looked down,
My heart put it's coat back on
And stammered it's confessions
Outside in the falling snow.

Come great heart of expectation.
Come and look me in the eye.
Be my sparring double.
Let us joust in friendly air
And make each other better.
Grapple with me in the sky,
On my couch, and in the shadow
Of love's center ring
Until the bell rings,
And we have our true turn.

-jenn

We are just alike you and me,
Except you're better than me in bad ways
And worse than me in good.
Or do I have that the other way around?
I tend to think you're too good for me.
And that kind of thinking makes me wonder
If I'm too good for myself.

It also makes me wonder if I'm healthy enough for sex,
Or sexy enough for health,
Or if me and my cat are just too curious for our own good.

But somehow I think
Maybe we really do deserve each other.

-jenn

I'd sue someone if I weren't dead!
I choked on a Chinese hundred year egg!
But the one who prepared it so
Also died a long time ago.
So what's a girl to do ?

And now, too late, I think of it,
Arguments and hairs I split
With others now passed and gone.
And if this message finds you alive
My advice would be that you only strive
With your brothers and sisters
In cases of extreme importance and need,
For all of them and us must die.

And what will be so critical then?

-jenn

Love has struck!
The big hand on one,
The little hand runs amuck.
Did I hear ten bells or none?
Have the minutes come
Or gone,
And will sweet time return for me
If I miss my train again
As minutes into hours glow,
And hours turn,
And teeth and tongue
Begin to show,
And kisses melt
In undrunk glasses of wine?
Now twelve bells ring
And sing of morning time
And more sweet trains to come.

-jenn

I pretend to sleep at night.
Sometimes it's because
I don't want the world to come
And interrupt my dreams.
Sometimes it's because I hear you
Mumbling sweet convincings
In my other ear,
And I want to hear them again.

Your little ways make me smile.
Your big ways drive me wild.
So come, tell me again
Why we should.

-jenn