Wow! Both my phones say the same exact time!

If only I had some other device to take a picture to show you!

Oh wait! I do!

Oh my gosh!

It also says the same exact time!

If only I had another device to take another picture to show another you!

Oh wait! I do!

But tell me, when

Did Time synchronize all its watches,

Being so relative as it is?

And more importantly, 

Why do I have two phones?

And so many devices that want to cram time down my throat

And then allow and encourage me to take another picture of it all 

To show to another you?

Love,

-jenn

 The website wants me to verify that I’m a human,

But I’m not sure I am.

So in order not to lie to myself,

I abandon the website.

Maybe I don’t give a damn about the information anyway.

Knowledge only makes me hungry

For more knowledge,

And in unwinding the giant tapestry,

I feel like one of the many moths who feed

On only worn out clothes,

But rather, to be more precise,

Instead, I’m more like something that only eats the moth holes.

But this process only serves to make the clothing more worn out,

So other, lazier moths can come about and join the great picnic.

So, all this to say, definitely this is how I know

I did the correct and humilitous thing

By understanding I’m not human,

And by not checking the appropriate box

On the very inappropriate website thingy.

-jenn

 June bugs will wear white sandals after Labor Day.

They will even arrive in May,

Rather than fashionably late in June,

As god intended.

They’re rather gauche and lacking grace.

But this one of mine

Has a particular shine I love,

So I forgive.

“Live and let live,” say I,

Even if I have to dig him out of the dog’s water dish

Every day.

-jenn

 This is Oklahoma.

People want to know:

Is it a red state?

Or is it blue?

Do we allow protests?

Who do we worship?

But this is Oklahoma

In the morning,

When it rains on the Sunflowers,

And birds sing.

And lightning lights the morning sky,

And thunder rumbles through what’s left 

Of the sultry night,

And you would almost think you were in Kansas 

Or Arkansas,

Or Texas if you could get beyond 

The red Red River.

But this Oklahoma,

This is the world,

The beautiful planet that we call earth.

This is me

Standing in

The invisible rainbow

That will never be seen 

By those who only want to see with their eyes,

And label the names of what color and size everything is.

And this is you,

Basking in the infrared and ultraviolet

And the bluest blue

That happens when

It rains on sunflowers in the morning in Oklahoma,

As the world spins through a spiraling galaxy 

Of light and dark matter,

With birdsong sweet,

And the smattering clatter

Of the Lord’s percussion,

More thunder for us.

You want to know what Oklahoma is?

This is Oklahoma.

-jenn

 These little chinks in my armor

Are called stretch marks.

They’re caused when something new begins to grow 

Very quickly inside of you.

Something grew and grew and grew,

So much so, my tegument gave in

And stretched almost to breaking point.

These little chinks in my armor

Seem like imperfections of my skin,

But I see them as new beginnings, 

Proof beyond any birth certificate,

That my body is a place where the miraculous can happen,

And it did.

If I eat this banana and it becomes me,

That should be enough

To see that we have something magic happening 

In each and every one of us.

But I ate a banana and it became you,

My child.

You,

Who have my eyes and hair,

My sideways glances

And faraway stares 

And dreams

From other dimensions. 

I feel.

And in this world 

So fake and pseudo fair,

I seem overgrown with weeds and needs and stretch marks,

Which may, in truth,

Be the only things about me that are real.

But behold, Renaissance is still present in my heart.

It beats,

And if I can strengthen those around me 

By setting an example of self-improvement 

And practice self-correction before the very eyes of my children,

We will, too.

Great progress and good fortune are available for me.

It’s all available for you,

For everything…

As well as for these little chinks in my armor.

-jenn 

 It’s dicey,

But it’s very real,

And without words,

The way I feel

Is:

So good it’s scares me.

And when the curtains are raised tomorrow

With the sun,

Will anyone be in the auditorium 

To watch the play?

It doesn’t matter.

For I am here,

And stand on the banks of a silent soliloquy,

And if I move my mouth

As others try to turn the volume up or down or off,

I will be calm and happy and satisfied with my own being,

And never will I scoff at you,

Or myself, or anyone who

Attempts to live according to his or her true nature.

-jenn