They’d said she’d killed carnies.

“Abby, you feedin’ strays again?”

I’d never read such beautiful things.

“I’ve turned off pain reception.”

“Remember the mad slaughter, old man?”

“We don’t all get to join the zoo, Hon.”

I’m like my dirty little air tug beside her elegant skyliner.

“Please, my family...”

“Whaddayamean, it wasn’t covid?”