Poetry

All About My Mother

“Jesse Keener and her doomed romances” On my death bed, a girl will come to write this book We’ll chat about my enemies, friends and lovers And analyze every misstep I took Seven husbands Probably eight wives Maybe I’ll have more If I’m lucky enough to get the time We’ll look at all the love…
Miss Bonnie

I wish to be a jam jar Sitting in the fridge Surround by all her other jam jar friends Well preserved and always ready Made of glass but not too heavy So you can drop her or hold her steady Petite and dainty but not too fragile A classic model with a lid that dazzles…

JESSE RAE KEENER