Tart Cherries

Some bad dogs are badder than others. This is axiomatic. But all bad dogs are bad. If a bad dog can in fact exist. The fault likely lies elsewhere. With the pack of the overseer or the circumstnace. Dogs are neutral creatures. They want simply to survive. For their pack to survive. They are no more bad than the rain or the win. But those who channel the weatther. They are the ones to watch.

Death comes every night. Like a long cigarette. Brimming with menthol and expectations. A bawdy seventies hiccup in the narrow throat of the present. We are all washed away. By the confections of skin.

The bee stings. A suicide mission. The wasp fucks. As big as any human.