They wanted to get married. Something very small. They imagined what they were planning was modern and subversive and uniquely romantic, as if couples haven’t been rushing to courthouses every day for decades and decades.

When my dog and I look at the sky we see haloes and fuzz, our sight clouded by a sameness.

To our benefit, it is an imperfect mirror, covered in scratches and slightly shattered.

those humans came from different jobs in different cities in different decades of my life

Everyone deserves a place in our stories, especially those trying to figure out where they belong in their culture, like me.