UC DAVIS FIRST-GENERATION COLLEGE STUDENT EXHIBITION
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Jacqueline Allen

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disconnect-

there’s jello on the shelf across me 
the good kind, red
like the blood they took this morning 
devoured - desired - far from me 
far enough to lose all connection to 

what would we be if we bled blue?
who am i to say i do not 

but blood is red is normal to be such 
is known and i know
i bled red
stained across the blanket of stares 
lost amidst a constant sting of- having to breathe

but as it breeds tied to my veins  
i realize just how far from normal 
red blooded people see me as



tub tunes

red was her favorite color
for she wanted to know fire
burn instead of soak 
in pools of her own water 
drowning under layers of-
validate

her truth seeps from buried emotion 
overflowing  
silent- so no one will know 

screaming through forced smiles
whispers crawling against her breast
    burrowing beneath crevices of old wounds 

she tells me
burning would be better 
    pain hurts less than choking on nothingness



with what is left

it is not apple season. 
i am not a seed.
you are not my keeper. 

are we animals? 
raw 
alive

-alone together 

in my house of 
overgrown vines
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