The Extinct
The Extinct Imagine I’m the last woman on earth, the snowiest plover, the loneliest deep-sea-swimming whale. It’s not my fault, but it might be. Should I keep changing until I become something that has an other? I’ve tried that. What else can I do for love? Now not even the gray wolves listen to my long litany of failures. They know I’m just putting this self-sadness in my mouth— a polar bear crunching seal bones…