Saturday, February 22, 2025 at 3:02 AM Eastern Standard Time

my eyes burn at the sight of roadkill; my cheeks gather up at either corner like old men throwing bread into Conservatory Water, talking in gentle resignation and understanding about their grandchildren's divorces. i can’t help it, i imagine the dark eyes of whole fox or rabbit families at home watching the clock, as their anxious confusion becomes awful silent knowing. if it is being made an…