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© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre
There is a place in Miami where you can get American Processed Cheese Food for pennies per pre-wrapped slice. Imagine my surprise and gratitude the day I discovered this. Surprise as Abuelo casually shuffled the tepidly chilled slices in the cold food case with deft fingers, dropping slice on slice till he [...]

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© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre
No
Not in that same place-
the barefoot on wet shower floor space
the dry heaving, chest collapsing place
not that half sleep/stumbling pace
Not from that place
where these lips crack
from neglect and under/use
where this brow furrows
from deep incandescent
soul searching truths
where thieves take from pockets
unearned souf (breath)
not in that place
of broken-words
and broken-ness
and un-done seams
in broken dreams
not from [...]

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© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre
It came like turbulence from a butterfly’s wing. She barely realized it had been a kiss; if it were not for the mango and slight metallic woman taste left on her lips and in the air exhaled into her space, she would have just assumed it, this was all a dream.
Her brow [...]

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© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre
I Don’t Know
… that I would be human if I didn’t miss some of these things
some of these touching things
but I do
miss the way you smell after a shower
that clean sweet scent
of Dove and your skin
but not like that
not like
you’d think
not now
how I miss the
feel of your skin
against my palms
as I contemplate
how [...]

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© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre
I …
I was the only one in
love
…was the only
thing keeping me
from being my own
woman
…were the only
dragons I chased,
the only grail held
to me
holy
… the only
way I knew to describe
how you
loving me
us loving we,
felt
as your attentions
transcended
this body that knows limitations most don’t
your subtle inflections
resurrected
the Me of this minds’ eye
You… my Sovereign… my Love…?
Your imperfect [...]

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© 2000 Sandra Jean-Pierre
“How were classes today?”
She usually found me in the kitchen most evenings. The pasta or rice or stir- fry would be simmering, the table set.
“Fine. ” I looked up for a minute to capture her face in my memory.
There was something about not seeing her all day. It wasn’t really a smile [...]

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© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre
paper
like that torn
too close to the fire piece that no one notices
I crinkle and curl up
turning light brown and smooth around my edges
bright embers
lava bright in the pinched darkness
dying to ethereal grayish smokes
to the sky
reaching to the sky…
at the bottom
the silt’s silt
smooth
through my fingers
over my tongue
tasting the ocean’s essence brine
back of my [...]

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© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre
we were supposed to be bound like
fresh cut
sugarcane stalks
in the bundle
of our lives -
intertwined
sweet,
reaching towards our sun
better
like how I wanted to be for you
under one roof
sharing one bed
meals of chicken parmigiana and sweet plantains
culinary fusions
straight dream transfusions
of Mamma, Momma and kiddie(s) make three (or four, more)
me for you
you for me
thinking back
to that [...]

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© 2001 Sandra Jean-Pierre
At the fifteenth and the late twenty-something of the month, he always came to spend the weekends. It wasn’t something I signed up for or that I was even aware of, it was just there, to happen, like clockwork. And Jared came that weekend.

When he was younger, It would usually be Lila [...]

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© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre
How will you meet me?
hands out front
alluring
luring me to you?
How will you
coolly meet this primal
gesture of affection?
palms out front
hands to the sky
How will you meet me?
Out on these roads
walking the walk of living folks living
revisiting the melancholy
of your love and loving
arms out front
hands above your ethereal hair
how will you meet
me this day?
this [...]