A balloon filled with helium against

the drop ceiling of the Dollar General,

where sometimes we find what we

need. When I scratch the soft fur of

Honey’s neck, she tilts like an airplane

turning over a soft field. The fireflies

never spark inside. The cat stole a

porkchop from the burner. He licked it

dry underneath the dining table, and

that night my mother watched us eat. I

saw a koala at the zoo and decided I

wouldn’t kill myself. I saw bones on

television. Reading Millay and it’s pure

chance that I found her, though chance

is just luck but more arduous. You would

love it here, you say, as if you’d know

what I’d love. I am not a chairperson, I

win quietly. The rope around the

snake’s neck is a kite.