My hair is mostly wasp nest, my wasps mostly heat
lightning. This is my spiritual awakening, this is my real
bustle, my bustling about. My dog has many names.
My dog makes me proud. What isn't sacred
when the pockets of your favorite blue pants are full
of real and still red flowers. I mean, I believe my dog
is sacred. All his names are sacred. Ask anybody
and they will tell you that the last thing they think of
before they die of hypothermia is my dog. So this
got me thinking of small gifts to celebrate the death
moment. I settled on strapping a million LED
headlamps onto the million spinning heads of owls.
Like a lighthouse, we give our prey something
to walk into, a kind of heaven to guide them home.
Of course by home I mean mouth. Of course
by mouth I mean kisses. Of course by kisses I mean
swarm. Of course these are just a few of the names
I have given my dog. Seriously, he’s perfect. He’s
a vision…