KITTEN FIX
I set off into a sky serrated blue, lilac, neon pink cut with the low blaze of the setting sun. Crickets are speed chirping a ticking harmony. A cluster of gnats hangs glowing in the sunlit air, sparkling and shifting; it appears I’ve just missed someone beaming back up. Heading down the snail trail there is a virtual light at the end of the overgrown emerald-shrouded tunnel. The sun peeks in, illuminating the foliage in sharp relief. The air is redolent with leaf mold, stagnating creekbed, and the shit of small dogs. The insect-eaten lace of summer’s fare lines the...