Long Years
By Jennifer Gordon
QuailBellMagazine.com
QuailBellMagazine.com
Long years
Pass idly
Without wounded
And battered
Eyes
Always finding their way
To me…
As I brush my hair
Everyone was ill and tired
My mind returns
Alone
Without
The people we knew
I take the time
To dance the tango
With a mirror
And share a moment with
Your faded smile
Jennifer was born a strange, pale, and quiet child, a ghost scared of ghosts....Originally from new Hampshire, she studied acting at The New Hampshire Institute of Art. She grew up to become an actress, magician's assistant, artist, writer, dancer, and muse. She currently haunts lonely places in Ohio, though she is not dead.