straighten my weary back drag myself outside to smell this smoggy air
sit patiently and. wait days for rosy maple smells to tell me how to feel again
until the day waits outside the door my eyes will shut for the first time and for so long i love your room
"september jerez is not a role model. she is sad, anxious, lazy, and cowardly. she is not like anybody else at the bureau county catholic high school for canine girls. her emotions are lines of code that forever remind her that she'll never truly feel like a real canine. every day is a cycle of finding ways to distract from the feelings of hope, and the dreams of what can never be"
dolores jerez
my name is setpember jerez. i am unlike any other girls in my grade. i transferred to bureau county catholic high school for canine girls in january of 12029, after spring break of my senior year in school. my hometown is sturgeon bay, wisconsin. i am not like anybody i know. i am unlike my parents. i was not created in jesus' image, i was created in the image of canine. my skin, my fur, my eyes, and my voice are recreations of something organic. i am a crude, digital facsimile of an american water spaniel. only when i atone for my original sin may i be freed from my anguish.
regardless, this world holds a beauty that is wheezing and gasping as the life flees from its lungs. art, literature, music, theatre, and empathy are being lost in favor of religous fundamentalism, advertising, products, content, and individualism. if we all lose sight of the true spiritual purpose of humanity, we canine will lose sight of our very reason for being. we cannot lose sight of what held us down, what grounded us by way of leash and collar.