Jen was a former prodigits bud of mine from Sweden, a dabbler in wicca and the reading of tarot cards. She was an admirer of black men but was admittedly unimpressed with my nude pics, which I had reluctantly e-mailed to her, at her seductive bequest, after a night of hearty and suprisingly sexual and romantic chat.
Her exact words were apologetic but curtly to the point: ´Sorry Al, but your pics do nothing for me.´ She battled a drug habit during our whole time spent as buddies. She is no longer on prodigits, at least, not under her former member´s name.
Sometimes
I stand
in the yard
and pretend that
it´s Sweden.
That´s why I´m sick,
tarot card
reject,
rejected by Jen
and it´s much too cold,
much too cold
and I just wanna
go back home.
But it´s not Sweden
and there is no Jen
and yes, yes, it´s
much too cold
much too cold.
That´s why I´m sick
but thank God
I am home.
Jen
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