Everything was loud: the TV was loud, the kitchen was loud, the
yelling was loud, the loud was loud – you took your head out of the
loud, you went outdoors & touched the small tree still crutched by
its support wires & amber tape & gum-tack & you breathe.
You take a deep breath. Out to the dinky interstate adjacent to the new
housing development there is no wilderness, except look down – you’ll
find a jaguar in the palm of your hand.