jennifer my jennifer

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Gen | for Jennycakes27 | 200 words | 2025-07-24 | Personal Poetry

Memories, Rhyme, Tenderness, Walt Whitman References

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Or in other words, we are one.

jennifer - my jennifer
that is to say, the one
who hid behind the standing desk
got crispy in the sun

who listened to k-pop in the attic
with expression merely automatic
when one man threatened to throw a table
and the other was sadly, simply unable

who carried to the greeter booth
an apoplexied awe, forsooth
at millaging parents and pillaging errants
and a busted scanner, stuck to boot

who nearly got fired o'er cross-twisted wires
and dipping double, but not for ice cream
for loving to live in the world of mice
and trying to keep her freckled nose clean

she'll don a dress, make all impressed
come out of the closet, so horrible-y
replete with power, administrative
so ever much more than secret'ry

a sushi kindness, never mind that
siblings never did you have
as sharing, caring, legging-wearing
were s-tier skills at murray ave

and when bereft of bears she was
we found it well to share, because
there's no place finer than the diner
to find a misplaced 'postrophe

miss rose, with hope and love defended
by the presence yet of missus e
sat back and wondered, thought amended
how happily odd are the two of we