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the sea
has no street signs
but somehow I know
I float toward the end-times
in this pink inner tube
on the open ocean,
obsessively squeezing a rubber duck,
because that’s life.
Jake Stein survives despite all odds in Portland, OR, where he concocts strange tales on his laptop and spends too much time at Powell's Books. You can find him stumbling around twitter: @jakewritesagain