Prince CharmingA bad week. She swallowedpills, eightlittle erasers& while she lay onthe floor with her mindelsewhere, the golden Labbrought his famishedtongue across her face.Unclipped toe-nails clickon the cold linoleumas the dog goesto his bed, comes backfor another lick, & finally beginsto nibble.He starts with the lips,
found ourselves in eggssilent togetherwe were simplenot knowing the wayfound ourselves to go backward and forwardwild as the seait seemed like fireupon every strokethe crow made uswhole