But something is wrong with these coots. Why are they moving so strangely?

the dog was lucky enough to catch
it mid-air, the bird flying low
searching for worms

or seed. The burial
is quick, without
ceremony. Some preservation…

“Last month our dog Zoe died.”

“It was more than ten years ago that he ceded the master bedroom to her and moved his things into the downstairs guest room.”

“I’d never held a living cat before. It wriggled and scratched my arms while the paramedics did their work. “

“It's hot here. I don't get high anymore; I don't need to. The perpetual heat and the laziness do about the same; out here every afternoon on the tower, feet dangled over the edge, in the haze, and that column of smoke out there in the distance, that's Perú already.”

You people read about our town in the news—first the rape allegations, then Dolly Molly, then the car accident—and you think you know what happened. You think you know something about who we are.