If you have to wait for the beep

To get to that recorded message

Of yourself telling the world when you’ll be back,

Then find you do not know,

And worse yet, don’t believe yourself,

You may want to go away for real

To a place where no one can call you,

Til you’ve had time to call yourself

And let your inner loving parent heal

And assure your inner loving child

That you will never abandon yourself,

Again.

-jenn

She was smug

‘Cause she had a man in a Mazda

Who wasn’t afraid to

Pull up in the circle k,

But she wanted him to get out

And go in with her,

And he wanted to stay outside 

And play on his phone.

So she went in,

And surveyed the case of cold energy drinks,

And didn’t see the kind she liked,

And wasn’t in the mood to try a new one,

So she hiked up her heart a little 

To show the clientele 

Just what they were missing,

Then waltzed back out to the Mazda 

To giver her old man hell

All the way back home.

But he noted her face,

And considered the possibility that 

Negative displacement may exist

In physics after all,

And asked , as she got into the car,

If she might like to try

The new donut place in town,

And she said no,

But she wouldn’t mind trying

Krispy Kreme donuts again.

And Mr. Mazda just took her over there

Lickety split,

Without further ado,

And it was nothing new under the sun.

There never is,

Except negative displacement 

In physics, maybe.

-jenn

My sweet ogre

My billy goat gruff

Build a bridge to your heart 

Just for me

Let me tiptoe to your heart

Where no one can see

The best treasures are the ones 

We keep to ourselves 

The ones we hide in our hearts

While you’re giving peace a chance

Give yourself a chance

For me

Give me a chance to love you

I have found the sacred river of light

That flows between me and you

In the illumination I see

Your true colors

Give yourself a chance

And please, give me

Just one 

-jenn

I used to be so down on myself,

Until I saw myself in you,

How true you are,

How fresh and new,

How beautiful,

How full of life

And wild ideas.

Your eyes shine,

Your wide grin,

Your dirty face,

The bruises on your shins

From climbing trees,

The scabby knees,

The suntanned arms,

The charming way

You disarm me,

Just before you play 

A trick on me or tell a  joke,

Or poke me in the ribs.

How lucky I am to be your Mom!

You bring me home

To my own heart,

Where I start to understand

The grand designs

Of this great cosmic comedy.

To be a happy child

Like you,

To be a happy child

Like me,

Is exactly the way the world should be

Every day.

-jenn

I yam what I yam.

I have one rut and I stay in it.

I plow and plant and gather the seeds,

And plow and plant them over again.

I eat. I sleep. I repeat

Sweet nothings in your ear.

I’m growing strangely tuberific,

Completely orange on the inside.

I don’t have to try and be sweet.

I find I truly am.

They say, “You are what you eat.”

Maybe you are what you war.

But as for me, 

I yam what I yam.

-jenn 

In the miracle of existence,

Something sweet.

No matter what the picture 

Of ‘family’ may be that you hold,

Deep in your mind’s memory,

A perfect situation exists 

In Nature, that allows

For life to come into being.

You, Me, We... are the miracle,

The miracle of existence.

If at any time I’m drawn to you,

It is due to a reverence

Of the mothering spirit 

That quickened you

And made you draw first breath,

The mothering sustenance

That nourishes your life

Until you close your eyes in death,

The existential mothering I see

Burning in your eyes

With fire,

With wild ideas that may, or may not,

Even be fully yet aware

Of what a miracle it is

That you and I are here

In the everyday natural miracle,

The miracle of existence.

-jenn

I went down and tried

To check myself into jail

Because I was hungry,

But they told me

I hadn’t committed a crime.

And I told them it was a crime to go hungry,

But they said no.

And so I went to Walmart and stole a protein bar,

And management called security,

And had me arrested for shoplifting.

So now I’m in jail,

Found guilty,

Of all of the above.

-jenn