Excerpt
We are loved by being distant; love-longing
mists the windshield, soothes the eye with milk. "this life too long for comfort and too brief
for perfection" roped short in a spare corner, nose on paws,
on~ eyelid raised to guard the bowl of water;
panting, "Better to die, than hate or fear,
better die twice than make ourselves feared or hatedno, happier to live in a land without history;
where the bad-liver lives longer than the law."
