“The wildlife / rescue continues to tell me who / survives, who passes.”

“I wonder what violence will / find me today. A deer’s teeth.”

“I wasn’t willing to participate in swindling others into believing that Hungary was open to foreigners…”

“Military folks the world over will tell you theirs is not a business of violence…That’s a lie.”

“The frosted window, above my kitchen sink, wasn’t open so I couldn’t make out the words, only what sounded like the noise of squabbling blue jays.”

“In hindsight, I see the event as strange, a random act of violence from which no lesson can be drawn.”

“This was true, but the dogs whose bowls I filled only just outnumbered those I injected with pentobarbital, running my hands along their backs as their eyes filmed over, just the way a skin of ice settles still and foggy overtop the glossy water of the creek.”

“My delicious red children. I go back to my spot on the bed and as I pop a berry into my mouth like a pill, I decide to listen to the audiobook of Lana Del Rey’s new poetry book.”

“In the factory—she had immediately understood—overwork drove people to want to have sex not with their wife or husband in their own house… but there, at work, morning or afternoon.”