A Year Spent in Central New York
My neighbor, whose cigarettesmoke wafts up heating vents,yells at the television, cursingimmigrants//demands a wall. I used to take my cats outsideto play, but then he set loosehis dog, who I tackled and heldto the ground. He said she liked to eat squirrels, didn’t knowthe difference between themand cats. He was pleased,unconcerned by the whiningbeneath my body. I whispered calmly into… Read more →