An Apology to My Dirty Dog

I know the feeling of being freshly clean. Your skin tingles as it readjusts from a battery of water droplets hurled at its surface for 5 minutes, each warm enough to activate sensors and send notices around the network. The dingy and sticky you come with is left behind to join its counterparts in the…

That Heat

Read an email and it comes, the burn in your forearms, the tension in your neck, as you purse your lips to slam the comments shut. Just let it out, says that voice in the folds of your brain, and everything will be better; they know you’re right, and you know you’re right, so show…

The game connection

What is a game but the test and play that young cubs practice in the tall grasses? When the youth take to the field of play, the adults stay close by to keep them in check. When they fall out of line, the elders let them know their place. The kit that fails to play…

Weigh

My cells fall to the floor faster than tiny beings who cling to their feathery existence like they melted to the surface, a thin, translucent film. Huff and puff and I could blow them down, let them briefly feel the gravity of direction; ignite electricity from alligator clips under skin, jump-starting a roledex so they…