Reverse Field Trip
There is the needle. Before that, there is an equine veterinarian preparing a lethal dose of sodium pentobarbital.
BONE WORDS
God knows what burrowing near his neck, near the occipital bone, along the base of his skull, where I’d held him. Soft spots no one thinks on. I like paying attention to places on a body most people take for granted. A smear of my lipstick (color, Medieval) true to its claim, everlasting on his Adam’s apple—that sweet hunk of thyroid cartilage named for sin.