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Jake Tucker
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Something Something Deep Love of Jesus
I asked if she was still reading Infinite Jest—it’s the only thing I know about my barista. She is. I took my coffee and sat-down, considered the day and worried that would be my only conversation. My mom asked me about a bank account she set-up for my wedd...

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This Will Be On the Test
Over a month in nothing but rocks and sand and shivering then sweating, fever dreams for people who wouldn’t stick around and no one came looking, it was a long trip, people had families and this was his thing, training, practice for the final: abandonment ...

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Books I Read in Highschool
I read a book with hell as sprawl like suburbs or Houston expanding like space and everyone moved further and further away they complained about public transit there were no conversations except self-talk arguments about neighbors who lived out-of-sight and...

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All Grown-Up
No one ever told me, that’s a lie (probably), but it allows some anger to disturb the lethargy. People were always droning on about growing-up. Warnings I didn’t hear. I listened to myself, and ska. I didn’t envision: crying bored, staring over plain oatmea...

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Sahara
David Attenborough tells me the Sahara is expanding. There used to be giraffes and elephants. Red paintings now. David thumbs through a thesaurus, desolate: bleak, empty, forsaken, lonely, bare. But there is life. Spiders. A snake. Ants on stilts. They only...

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Malaise: Jimmy Carter Was Right
A Hyundai—best in class, used, some version of off-white, mostly dependable but starting to rattle. Kraft dinner with basil and oregano, microwaved broccoli, and beer leftover  from a party left early. A beta fish named Joe--for the gorilla, an inside joke ...

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A Poem for the Anxious Dogs Along 10th Avenue
Smooth and quick—the bikes pass your window. On the main route East to West, they float by quiet, unheeding your shrill alarms. Hundreds each afternoon, confident and teasing. Pacing marathons, whimpering, paws massaging the glass. Dance interpretations anx...

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Fries and Butterfinger Blizzard
Reverb and beer, lyrics written for an unnamed you caught me unaware. Vague nostalgia—stars above summer camp, the milky way, silly names Pickle-tree and Shim-Shimmel. Crushes and otter-pops and symbols and codes for youth hid underneath a balance raspy emo...
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