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Anytime you got toy poodles breeding with coyotes it’s gonna get interesting.”
Wolf or dog or man, they all answer to bullets and disappear with no one the wiser.
The mixture of liquor and beauty and time lend three hours in a bar their own delicious alchemy.
Without a pack, they’re called coyotes by those who know. And though it’s true that real coyotes fill the hills with the endless barking of their own restless packs, it’s also true that it’s not easy to survive as a coyote when you’re all alone.
What do you tell a man to whom you can’t say everything?
We are all china barely mended, clumsily glued together
Their love is just about the weight of the casserole she’s taking out of the oven right now.
Like so much of the trouble in the world, it simply ends with exhaustion.
Everyone is always looking in the wrong direction, we worry about our lovers while losing our jobs we stress out about cancer while our children run away we ponder the stars while burning the earth.
Running the pack didn’t leave much time for cable but now, goodness, even the soaps are engaging and the nightly news blows his mind, it’s like watching the earth being skinned raw every night at eleven.
She remembers him holding her down, shouting in her face. His belligerent mouth inches from her squinting, terrified expression. That was so many versions of her ago but the bruises that hung to her flesh for weeks then became shadows that still linger inside her no matter how bright and sunny the days become.
The heart is quite comfortable with secrets. After all, its home is a dark wet place tucked in among all the other organs who aren’t talking either.
The world, as a result, turned backward where blossoms buried themselves while roots reached like starving fingers to the gray and fruitless sky. And love was hate and the touch of what she ever wanted poisoned.
Maria was different from the last girl. That girl was hurt and wide open when he found her hiding behind her tears on Abbott Kinney. But Maria was more guarded. He could sense her quietly looking for the tender spot, the place where she could reach in and tear the heart out of the world.
Lark thinks to himself there are no rules anymore there’s only the ever constant law of evolution become what is or you will be what is not.
The trees’ shadows spook her as if she were still a child. But then she settles down, remembering that, in fact, she is what the world’s afraid of.
That’s what love does. It chases the dragons away before their claws can sink in.
Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.