Hula

by Jasmin Iolani Hakes

Between their honeymoons and bucket list vacations we steal moments for ourselves. It is the only space where we are allowed to exist.

By the year 2044, it’s said, there won’t be a single full-blooded Hawaiian left. That’s a lot of blood lost. Not lost, gone. If we were a seal or a whale, there’d be a worldwide effort to save our species. They wouldn’t be able to touch us. If we swam up to the beach they’d put cones around to protect us.