Deep In Your Lupine Bones

The Dog Is Scratching

Time is not linear, this much we know.

We reach back for guidance, lunge forward into great passions, dig for buried treasure in the daily grime. How do we know the stars are on fire? Someone told us, and someone told them. The first fact must have come straight from the star’s hot mouth.

I did not discover everything I need. I am not the arbiter of books…