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JAKE

Litterbug

Litterbug

Sea otters shivering, succumbing to the cold without the properties of their insulating fur, lifeless paws slipping from each other’s grasp. Dolphins scattered, bursting like smooth grey fireworks away from the foul stench that permeated the water.

Call It What It Is

Call It What It Is

at fifteen the intake nurse clacked her nails until / social phobia, ED-NOS appeared beside diagnosis

Maybe a Butterfly Will Sit on Us

Maybe a Butterfly Will Sit on Us

But every day we also hoped something would change, that our Mortuary House would have dainty laced curtains and a round table in the center draped in white table cloth.

Were-Teen Dreams

Were-Teen Dreams

Goldfish

Goldfish

Living is like a turtle shell growing around a plastic bag

spring

spring

in an ancestral language i never learnt

Draft 1/Draft 5

Draft 1/Draft 5

I write creative nonfiction, and that means that I lay in your arms and think about how I would describe it, our bodies next to each other in the dark while it storms outside, how I ask you to leave the fan off so we can hear it.