Jini Maxwell



a clown car named desire

spending a summer afternoon eating a box of cherries in bed is arguably a very sexy thing to do unlike drinking red bull in the shower, which is the other meal i had today writing a love poem is like …

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bay city plaza

six am: sea intervening fog. Ropes slick round the cleats in their binds and the dock sits, sunk like an old dog. They say a good body is hard to find. It’s seven now. I’ve had braver days. Last night, …

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The Closet Opens by Degrees

This is the year I make reparations to my sixteen-year-old self. I am closing every Messenger window, burning her school kilt, and letting the wool smoke choke everyone. I am retreading sixteen like a warpath: I demand to be kissed …

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