jennifer gentle is frightened again picks up their eyes in her thoughts and falls overboard every monday without fault following a rip tide, there she goes to open water where she will sing oooohhh ..... always sings yeaahh ..... sometimes on tuesday gets tangled in space stands in the street for an hour 'till it's over - poor girl picking up an earful when it rains pulling down the sunshine in her heart waiting for the right time to sing oooohhh ..... yeaahh ..... with what they will call her behaviours she tears the labels off "life is lonely, living through a glass darkly i am here, if you listen closely you can hear me roar i have lent an ear to your suggestions i have answered a thousand questions unacknowledged the world is full of tangents, of comings and of goings people following patterns without knowing i live in closed loops, spinning febrile hoops - but so do you your arc is just wider - my orbit is tighter, close to the bone i may fly blind but with my X-Ray eyes, i see through your smiling grimace the refractions in your smoke and mirrors where meaning is effaced by the unmoving hands on a silent clock" jenny on wednesday will come up for air calling collect from her bed on the ocean floor she doesn't mind who's listening empty chairs are fine for mannequins in sheep's clothing she lives in the echo chamber of her loneliness stuck with pins and needles in her favourite birthday dress they put her in poses, dress her in clothes and send her out to meet the wolves