gar fish dance
“we dizzy on flesh all summer. dance at it. spin around…”
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Breakfast, August 8, 2025, 0730
“I used to look them up in the obituaries to see if I could find them there. That’s not closure. I mean, hell, you kneel over someone, feel their final warmth through your gloves, stare at their eyes…”
Growing up Coyote in the Wolf Clan
All night the buzz of complaining lights keeps us employed. Our days are the drain and water circling. From the foreign places we feel labor, work being done. Cousin wolf sings about pawning love like it is inheritance. A song …