we rescued a baby squirrel today. nick thought there was something dead on the sidewalk back from Trim so we went back to look at it.
“that’s definitely not dead.” it was an ugly pink squirming thing, rolling back and forth as it stretched.
it had four names before it was even supposed to have one. Sophie said “…”
there were seven of us crowded into Sophie’s room around a reclaimed cardboard box.
the squirrel passed away between the hours of 5:30 and 8:30 in the morning.
she had a dream where she was pregnant, and all she could think was “this squirrel will live.”
Nihilistic Porcupine 