she’s a keeper.

I jumped out of my kennel into air that was a lot colder than where I had been. My light red fur is a little bit thin, and I don’t eat a lot, so I’m sure the humans could see my bones quivering through my skin. The sky was colorful— perhaps morning because my stomach … Continue reading she’s a keeper.

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If I were to spin a globe and peel away the maps, Longitude would lose its way, Latitude collapse. Disillusion of dimension, sameness on a plane. Celestial orbs no longer feel a dart’s defacing pain. Then who’s to say what’s really upside-down Once an orb is void of its atlas gown? Sphere belted with division, … Continue reading ǝɹǝɥdsıɯǝɥ