© 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 [...]
© 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 [...]
© 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 [...]
© 2002 Sandra Jean-Pierre I am looking to name this face something other than black womyn lesbian disabled bitch…? I am looking for a name for this face other than the smiles that have kept me want and waiting in this space lost in time pretty unlikley that it will be something i have had [...]
