JESS K BAER received their BA in Creative Writing from Georgia State University in 2011. They live and do field rechordings in Chicago. Their work has been featured in Fruita Pulp, Horse Less Review, Deluge Journal, Prelude Mag, The Boiler Journal, Alien Mouth, and Leveler, and is forthcoming in Bone Bouquet. They also have a future chapbook with Magic Helicopter Press called "Holodeck One" (2016). They have a lifetime ban from Whole Foods and love horses. Email them about unsolved paranormal mysteries at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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I’m imagining a future / where we are both younger, / and the edges of the camera / have a blossoming filter / like a Final Fantasy cutscene— / we are in a field of blond grass / and you are running
I’m all of the above. injured. buried. / singing. vacant. home is where the start hid. / home, where the spark bit. home / misspelled as hold me. I’m only just / beginning to tell it. home is where / you held me down.