Slugs slick with rainwater cling to my dog’s hair, black lumps of tiny matter, baby slugs like snot, like something freaky you’d shake
The plane trees quiet as a funeral; your lifeless body posed like a Pompeii corpse waiting for the ash-coffin. The rain clouds wore the
A group of boys with bats beat a porcupine to death one twilight at the campground out West while I huddled in my tent