I am a clot of gauze
I stem the blow.
I am a gift. In your pocket,
Grit
And peeled skin. Two used condoms
Tied at the ends
Like fish.
(You stop them breathing--
quiet voices among the
big hitters - - - )
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this really did smash me in the face. this had images which remind me of my own - raw, fresh, focussed, flawless. this is awesome. i am very impressed.
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your words hit me like a massive whirlwind of fresh, breath-taking energy and beauty... this is sensational, i don't follow it completely but that's what makes you brilliant.
i love your writing
and i love you.
and i miss you.
xx
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Jess- what you are is a
"treasure" pure and simple
hey- how about a poem about Frankie??
Dad
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amazing
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please don't be frightened but oh my I just want to squeeze you! this was so incredible and sharp, like barbed wire snagging on skin. it was so refreshing, evey time I read from you, it's just really fucking lovely because I've missed it so much.
♥
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I with Tegan... great to see you back. 'Two used condoms tied at the ends'; whoa, now there's a vision. Whoa.
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" (You stop them breathing--
quiet voices among the
big hitters - - - )"
I love that.
This is really great, I know I've probably said this a few times, but I'm very glad that you're writing again.
♣ Tegan
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