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JAKE
The Car
It’s holy magic,
Arbutus Don’t Bleed
If you open my heart I’ll tell you what God knows.
The Goshawks
You think I’m joking about the goshawks, but I am deadly serious.
The Big Grid
I wish I had your life, the girl in Omaha wrote.
Ad Astra
“How do you spend your days?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.
A dream
thoughts are covered by old bed-sheets.
Fred and Mauve
They waste their lives this way, holding out for a fairy tale existence.