“I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious, to tell me my armor is just skin, bones, only bones.”
— Jamaal May, from “The Whetting of Teeth,” The Big Book of Exit Strategies
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Richard Siken, “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” from Crush
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Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “Epithalamium”
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Tiny dirty stray kitten hanging out at the bottom of our stairs since yesterday. There are a lot of self-reliant ferals around our apartment, but this little thing was dirty & covered in burrs. We gave it some chicken but couldn’t catch it. I think it may have wandered over from the outdoor cat hoarder colony down the street; that house is awful & we saw kittens there last week.
This morning the downstairs neighbor managed to grab it for us, and I put it on this cozy towel & started combing and picking the burrs & sticks out of its fur. It calmed down immediately and has been chilling here with me in the kitchen ever since. Got a vet appointment in an hour to get my little buddy cleaned up & checked out. I hope it isn’t too sick; I think it might have a cold.
If we can, we are probably going to keep her.
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