I am a momma.

It’s what I do.

Do you want someone 

To momma you?

I’m a mare, a bitch,

A witch, a sow,

A hen, a queen,

A jenny, a cow,

A doe, a she-bear,

A vixen, a duck,

An empress, and now

And then, I like 

...To be me.

And if I hear the echoes
Of the ancient hillside,
And mother Gaia calling me
To baby baby baby you,
Then so be it,
I will!

-jenn(y)

I sleep hard.

I wake up and don't know anything when I wake.

I only see your face in my mind 

And feel like you have marked me while I slept,

And ..... I smell good.

Yesterday I was checking my mascara,

And yes, worried about how I looked.

Today I can sit with myself in peace,

A naked face and totally nude,

Because everything has started fresh.

My life begins anew today,

Because somebody touched me

And .... I smell good.

-jenn

It all started out as a conversation 

About banana puddin.'

A woman on her cell phone 

Waiting at the bus stop,

Then she got quiet for a minute,

And her expression changed,

And then she said, "I don't know who

You're trying to make jealous,

But it better not be me!"

Then she hung up.

And I thought to myself,

"Some fool done messed up

And ain't gettin no banana puddin tonight!

-jenn 

I am a boot.

I have a bootstrap.

I pick myself up by it

Every time I get up off of the toilet.

One boot.

One butt,

One buttonhole heart,

So deeply etched in stitches,

Two sizes too small,

Til an independent soul stole it

And gave it back all stretched out,

Wrapped up and tucked into 

That other boot that I'd been missing.

So now I'm a pair.

So...there!

-jenn

I'm barefoot,

Standing in the sand,

Swinging myself

Around and around

In my own mind,

Until I'm dizzy enough to fall,

To forget

How well grounded I am.

I'm standing with my hands raised in the air,

A cold gust and icy fingered dawn

Tousle my hair.

The chilly morning pinches my cheeks

And tells me how I've grown,

But all these things are merely echoes,

For I'm alone and windblown.

But I know without learning

How to read the skies,

And silently I speak my truth

And resound in peace,

And kiss the tongue of the wise

And realize all I need from that.

-jenn 

I bought new socks at Walmart,

But everyday I wear the same old dirty ones,

For I am but a dirty sock in a dirty sock bin!

World without end!

Amen, Amen.

Love,

jenn

I'm freshly faced 

And smell like oranges.

I've eaten the honey 

From Puerta Pollensa,

Where bees stay drunk

On nectar of orange blossoms there.

I sat beneath a tree in Majorca 

All day and laughed as the ripe ones fell.

I didn't do anything else.

I didn't count them,

Pick them, or even bother 

To shoo the gnats away.

I did take one orange that fell too close to me

And I gazed upon it,

Slowly peeled it's fragrant rind away

And ate it, slurping every last drip 

And rubbed my sticky palms

Along my naked thighs and face.

Then I laughed some more
And rolled in the dirt and bits of leaves and stems

Until I was covered by the expensive frills of leaf litter

The orchard affords,

And wandered back into the town

Like a wild unkempt beast,

Singing, "It is gooooood! It is goood! It is verrrry goood!"

-jenn