Jennifer Juneau Poems

Midnight bells to boom & still
the frayed maid sucking up to the moon,
that nefarious stepmum, a fossil
in limbo, sexually frustrated & envious me youth,
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In the end I was anyone's gimcrack, stung
and marginalized by moonflaw.
A time I rose like knotgrass in the raw
night. Discourse drizzled from my tongue
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Even the sun was uncomfortable
the last time we picknicked by the lake,
stale wine and an aging cake
between us. I never realized what stable
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An airtight night driving through Berlin late,
unsympathetic to time, your steely eyes chained
to the road like a mindless factory gate.
I no longer believed in the moon, but what remained
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