2 June 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 2
Fireworks threatened to take the top off. Wet palms
twitched under eruptions of happiness.
Shoes by the door piled up like pups—cornered, laces
tangled, tongues caught in a lie. Checkmark wings
on canvas heels had been tools toward anonymity,
erasing footprints where they fell, driving zigzag dogs
crazy as they nipped at nothing.