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Jinny
jenakajoffer

rebellious rat-mass of a girl, gut-aching
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through adolescence. spiked hair,
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boysenberry mouth dropping acid
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diseased dishboy fingers creeped her flesh
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by the orchard, earthworms in her skirt
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moon drizzling cream over the first
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split fruit.
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it didn't take long
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stir-frying Japanese girls in college— giggles
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backdropping cunnilingus, drilling gently through
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dorm walls. tiny pink dinks riding up her thighs
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like cherry blossom tattoos.
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she sent me a photo she was too shy
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to take; forty years and plum, too drunk to frame.
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no denying the resemblance to her heart; purple
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and thinned skinned, so easy to give in
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to the pressure of the blade.
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I could weep for her,
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in this flood we once called longing
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where she erodes my phantom boner
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until only a bruise remains.
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9 Mar 16

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play in the orchard, you see the fruit blossom,  ripen and fall? who were you when everything was love?
 — cadmium

It's not what I thought it was, once.
Love, I mean.

Can I fake it? Do you? Does it work?
 — jenakajoffer

If the role of a poet is to connect readers to a scene or situation,  I'd say you nailed it. Thelast two lines left me wanting,  though. It's an odd way to inject masculinity into the piece.

I still love it though.
 — PaleHorse

I'm glad my odd still works on you, pH. :)
thanks for the nice feedback, and as for being left wanting, does that mean I should extend the thought?
 — jenakajoffer

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