Every morning, as sure as the sun rises,
my thoughts begin with you.
These waking dreams, so steadfast in their morning advent,
do far more service to the notion of permanence than
you ever did.
Every morning, you are gone // jjm
1/13/18
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Don’t think for one second
that this will be easy.
That’s not what you came here for.
Spine and spirit in the face of hardship
are what make you formidable.
formidable // jjm
1/1/18
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When I close my eyes I can still conjure up the warmth
and golden glow of being bathed in your worship.
A goddess you called me. Formidable.
I spun around coyly under your gaze so you could warm
my skin from another angle.
You freckled my flesh and plucked garish roses to adorn
my cheeks and breasts.
You kissed my teeth because I couldn’t stop smiling.
smiling goddess // jjm
12/26/17
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Take me to all the places.
The park you played in.
Fall leaves struck down by gravity’s insistence.
The dark venues, avec marquis, and the stale air within dancing with dust pixies.
The house with the moldy basement – I know that smell and inhale deeply.
Lungs fill, sending our shared olfactory memories scurrying through slick vessels into oily grooves and wedging gleefully in forever cul-de-sacs.
When we say “all or nothing” we so often give ourselves nothing.
All- like two arms outstretched, scooping up the contents of the universe and drawing it all in, careful not to miss this speck or that moon.
All- reaching forward and backward as well as side-to-side, grasping the depth and history and vulnerability and backstories galore.
The muddy frayed corduroys and the scar on the knee,
and the spinning, spinning stars and mist and salt and vapor- ALL.
Like juicy raindrops falling into open mouths for us to devour.
Take me there.
I’ll bring you to my places.
Sink you deep.
You won’t be able to resist… it was glorious and wet.
Canyons and rivulets, plump equisetum and sturdy canoes.
I reminisce, but this is ALL we are talking about, and if we are going to fantasize, we may as well occupy space and time as we damn well please.
Get right down into it.
Hands sunk into rich soil, like roots they plunge and loosen up the firmament.
Take me there. Let’s breath it in.
For a minute, let’s do ALL.
-all or nothing, jjm
7/3/2017
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How dare I intrude upon your peaceful existence
your safe landing
your stability
with my
Feelings.
The thing is…
I am not a part of your life anymore.
I’m not some thing you can silence.
You can’t have your way with me.
I’m doing the best that I can,
by myself.
Sometimes The Best That I Can comes out screaming,
clawing, and tear-streaked.
It’s what you’d expect from anyone left alone with their
heart in their hand.
naked & afraid // jjm
12/24/17
Author: Jessie Jean
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Jessie Jean is a lover of words, a mother to girls and an adventurer by practice. She hopes to fall in love with herself in 2018.
Link to social media or website: Instagram @keepjessiejeangoofy
