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Portia Elan 

Dear Jenny

Dear Jenny the way the law lifts up in awemade plaster what laid 
itself in the dirt before us inspires  :  Rouge me, my cheeks my 
knees we’ll run ‘round the lake the river feeds, Dear Jenny rouge
me, river where Virginia went. Dear Jenny what they lift of where 
we’ve been do you think they’ll think we’re cool? It’s a party, a 
party where we solve a crime. Move you move your body. Dear 
Jenny they’ll be police & we’ll be the age of misbehavior. Cut our 
jeans & rouge me, cheeks & knees & then Dear Jenny when punch 
runs out the police cry mutiny mutiny mommy take me home. Dear 
Jenny let’s keep running ‘round the lake!




Portia Elan lives and writes on the West Coast. Her work has appeared in Ninth Letter, iO, Birdfeast, and other journals. She can be found on the web here: www.portiaelan.wordpress.com




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