By Jenny Dempsey
1/4/03
I am
five
foot seven.
One-hundred
and
sixty five pounds
(on good days).
Ten toes.
Ten fingers.
Two eyes.
Two ears.
Everything functions correctly
for ninteen
years
of age.
Brown roots
grow fast as
daylight in darkness
but I hide
them with Garnier Nurtesse
"Sugar Cane" Blonde
(p.s. blondes do have more fun).
I pluck (try to, at the least) my
brows
that grow unruly.
Puppy dog
eyes...
big browns with
black mascara
and
irridescent pinks and tans
that sit on eyelids.
Thirty-six bee (or see sometimes)
clad in Victoria's Secret supports
and
Hollister shirts
over a belly that
sticks out and
bounces
with my steps
yet loves to be seen.
My interestingly
odd selection of
freckles all over-
mostly arms
and face
(left arm is the line and right arm is the arrow)
and one random
freckle
on my left palm (that Marva has too!)
Curvy
hourglass
figure make way
for hips
and butt
and thighs
that many say they envy
but I know most don't want to have.
I am not a stick-skinny girl-
I am a size thirteen
Mudd Jean
wearer
(most stores hardly carry my size).
Pink toe nails
and
Reef flip flops (even in the rain!)
I am strawberries and champagne
secret #88
scented.
with
straight blonde hair
big brown eyed
star necklace wearing
chapstick obsessed
foundation.powder.to cover acne.
soon to whiten my teeth.
chicken pox scar on my face
sunglass wearing
ears peirced since eleven
size 9 1/2 shoe
I
am
me.
By Jenny Dempsey
1/5/03
Left
for Santa Monica
Nine p.m. Saturday.
Me and
Heather in
her silver bullet.
We picked
up
Adam.
In back,
I sat
on zebra stripe
striped
seat covers
letting my
eyes
gaze at
blurry lights and
shadowed faces in
passing cars.
Ryan Adams and a
Something Corporate
Song fest
blurring.blazing.blasting.
From back alley to
Promenade
to sitting and
sliding on the
cannon
to milk shakes
and fries
to street musicians
to beach front
to pier end
to discussions of
fish guts
and romance
to overcoming fright
and
grabbing the hand
to a Jimmy Eat World
ride home-
windows open-
freezing city breeze
hits me
I yell and
windows close and
using his
leather jacket...
I am warm.
Los Angeles
sky scrapers wave
to my eyes
to me
as I pass
where I have passed
a dozen times
past and
present...
past and present...
By Jenny Dempsey
12/8/02
I am
B L I N D L Y
leading
M Y S E L F
down an unpaved
path
following
stars
into
unknown territory
that could be mine
( it could! it could! it could!)
here's hoping...
By Jenny Dempsey
3/2/03
Blurry
Unclear and
Hazy in
Morning sunlight
That peirces pupils and
Tickles your flesh
to goosebumps
Emerging from cold cells,
We erase days past
And recall this as the beginning
of the end
of a new start
of something.
of something.
By Jenny Dempsey
3/2/03
Waves and waves basking upon the shore
I beg and beg for more and more.
Glitter aches upon the water
and my back is growing hotter and hotter.
I rub in what they say keeps out
Dangerous rays, which I don't doubt.
Out and away is my mind
I wonder if I will ever find
Truth in sea shells
Peace in the sand
Love in daylight or
Faithi in your hand?
