

no titleJacqui piling armor onto her slumpshouldered body; not looking at the clothes she has pulled from the mismatched rack. She shrugs them on disinterested, her swampgreen eyes stuck in some other mire of yesterday maybe tomorrow. Tugs her bra strap, breasts staring down at her feet when she straggles hair, straggles shoelaces, straggles into the classroom, early never late. Yet raising her hand over and over, the puddle underneath her arm expanding.no title
Jacqui straggles later than the others into the pastywhite dormhall where she throws herself into a bed covered with sage sheets, a rag doll as the world kaleidoscopes around, the sucker
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