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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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
Return to November 2013 Edition