My dog noses the bookshelf like she’s picking her next read. Eventually she fixates on one, flings it to the ground, paws it. I
I love the word emergency. Its redness, its lack of eventuality, its flash and crime. Its brothers—burn and rope. I love the way humans
And when it’s all over and done with I assign my lovers a reincarnation A black bear loping through a damp forest stopping to