Promises, Promises (The New Yorker, Glamour, Cosmo) Behind the Scenes with Jess Schneider: The Making of a Collage Poem

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Here's a look at what goes into making a collage poem.

FINAL PRODUCT:

Promises, Promises

Salvage what you have left.

Love, loss, longing

Beauty, beauty.

The naked and the dead

Hiding in plain sight.

The nightmare I couldn't have,

Gods and dolls

Dead in the water,

Simply naked

Completely living.

Save us.

Wild child and bad girl sex

Big ideas,

Confessions,

Discoveries,

Secrets.

A daughter's revolution.

What's sexy now?

Admit it, you're a

troubled paradise.

Free yourself.

Close ups:

  

Nourished Tip (made from Garnier Fructis hair color instructions)

Nourished Tip

Your body

Your eyes

Stinging sensation

Poison into pressure

Your skin may burst.

Place your fingertip over

These darkest areas.

Gently massage

Gently to provide best penetration.

Keep in mind

Your skin may burst.

Time is up.

You leave as usual.

The water runs clear

With the same shade.

You never change.

The New Yorker (made from my rejection email from the editors of the New Yorker)

The New Yorker

We are the editors.

Consider us.

Carry your regret,

Your warmest regret.

Consider the oppertunity

We are unable to regard.

Consider us.

Consider us

And the regret,

the regards,

the work,

the oppertunity,

and the giving

and giving and giving.

Consider us.

Thank you for giving us

The regret we carry.