2018 | Digital drawing

"A coyote ate a three-year-old not far from here.” “Yeah?” “My uncle told me.” “Huh.” “He said, ‘Don’t leave those babies outside again,’ as if I already had.” “Had you?” “Come on.” An answer less precise than no. “Why’s he monitoring coyote activity up here?” “Because.” “Because?” “It’s irresistible.” “Really?” A wild dog with a tender baby…

A car’s tires thu-thunk over the rubbery black trip wire at the oil change, triggering a fat bell, and a group of girls in silver leotards are reflected like spatters of sap in its windows— liquidine, firm, gleaming. It’s a Game Day; they are the girls chosen to split in tempo to the brass band, heel of a front foot sliding over Astro-Turf…