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
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.
Two 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