i never met anyone who threw rocks at my window,
only completely through it and called it an “accident.”
from the time we are little girls until our teeth fall out,
that’s what they teach us is love, is love, is love:
making excuses for boys with bad aim and even worse manners.
jack harper davis is an interdisciplinary creative living in memphis, tennessee. as she sneaks up on thirty, she is the social media manager for a local coffee roaster and spends her leisure time holding cameras, feeding the army of cats that make the rules in her midtown home, intending to write more frequently, and haunting the candy aisle of the local international markets.