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FIRST LOVE
by
Jennifer Elizabeth Saunders

Your blue hair hung long over your left eye

120 pounds soaking wet

a boy caught between wanting rebellion and needing conformity

your nose too big for your face

and teeth jagged

like the blade of a buck saw

Glowing in the dark

we shook with anticipation

expectation

your touch

emitted sparks

torched my virgin hair

red hot and burning flesh

your long limbs

wrapped around mine

legs, arms, tongues

intertwined

body fluids

exchanged

innocence

broken

like

my

hymen

The air smelled like

cold wind

gasoline

campfires

smoldering flesh

your eyes

great big green orbs

glowed in the dark

you kept looking at me with

those huge eyes

too big for your face

I remember the jut of your hips

and your Smashing Pumpkins Zero T-Shirt

used to be black

washed too many times by your mom

your shirt doused in Sunlight detergent

CK One

sweat

these scents mingled like fresh air on your soft flesh

alive in my nostrils

We fucked in a treehouse you found in the woods

I got splinters in my ass

and your blue hair hung long over your left eye



THE FOG
by
Jennifer Elizabeth Saunders

I still have memories

shock me into wakefulness

zapping my brain

penetrating the thick gooey

grey matter

when I want to sleep

slip into a dreamless slumber

void of colour

A heavy fog

stalks me

instead

vague and foreboding

swirling mass of nothingness

enveloping everything

Just want to forget

but these memories

begin at the ground

and encircle me

not with warmth—

with fear

creeping, climbing, twisting

like tendrils of ivy reaching up the side of a red brick wall

curling at the top

like too-long fingernails

over the top of

fingertips

I remember you got mad

when I left the empty peanut butter jar

on the kitchen counter

your screams

cut the fog and

zinged my brain

firing

synapses

like a clip

of machine gun fire

I didn't know

your mother had destroyed you

decapitated you

in utero

I didn't know you were headless before you were born

no grey matter left

to even zap

I couldn't understand why you were so mad

over an empty peanut butter jar

sitting

unthreatening

atop the squeaky clean

kitchen counter

so shiny

I could see my face

frozen

mouth ajar

in its reflective surface



Jennifer Elizabeth Saunders hails from Central Newfoundland, Canada. She has been a poet since the age of 8, and derives inspiration from the beautiful chaos she sees in the world around her. She is the mother of two, a self- proclaimed punk rock princess and a connoisseur of beat culture. Her literary idols include Charles Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson and the Beat Generation writers. She is eternally stuck in the 90's with a 1940's flair and can be reached at jennifer_elizabeth_saunders@hotmail.com. This is her first publication in a literary magazine.



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