I
have
turned
it
over
and
over
again
in
my
mind
to
see
if
I
can
find
how
and
when
exactly
the
erosion
began
how
it
happened
how
our
love
story
eventually
became
this
loveless
marriage
that
hides
behind
the
baby’s’
carriage
and
the
nursery
painted
light
green
what
a
scene
I’m
in
a
bad
dream
a
tabloid
magazine
an
obscene
film
minus
the
pornography
but
this
is
our
autobiography
our
relationship’s
geography
and
there
is
no
foreplay
no
body
geometry
there’s
no
play
at
all
except
for
the
baby
with
her
dollies
inside
her
penitentiary
and
for
me
with
my
pen
on
this
stationary
and
the
only
love
between
us
is
the
one
in
my
dictionary
About the Creator
Jennifer True
Hello,
I was living in a remote cabin when covid-19 lockdown hit. I began writing a poem every day as a writing project and have continued on from there. Thank you so much for reading my work and for your feedback.
Cheers!
Jennifer
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