—ON EARTH WE ARE BRIEFLY GORGEOUS

 

 

Loyal

 

 

We hung on the line, disposable, two kids, twins waiting for the world to stop spinning, or to spin differently. Dad was in the kitchen shooting arrows again, window glass splayed over the sink, and so Mom must have flown. But Pepper, our mutt, loyal as always, she sat in the corner where we usually did, shaking like tomorrow might not ever come.