We wonder at our shifting capacities, keep adding and striking skills from the bottoms of our résumés under constant revision like the inscriptions on tombs shared for generations unnervingly up to date Made nervous by our shift in capabilities, we write:
I visited a country where kittens lay dying
under every bench, in every gutter, next to
every cigarette butt. One made me weep.
Tow made me worry. Three made me
look away I visited a city with very few
strays. The first one I saw I adopted.
What could it mean?
—posted by Sarah. 6.18.06
Hit "publish" and look away.
The New Violence: I visited a country where
everything looked like home