Welcome to the Neighborhood
Below, find five excerpts from five different perspectives (the animal, the homeowner, the police officer, the neighbors, me) about a recent crime found in a Connecticut backyard. What of this pressure cinching on my legs, tied to my arms, bound to my belly? Tighter and tighter it digs, through my fur, lost in my skin, found in my bone. “We’re going to show her,” it says, as though I had signed up, trained the message, made a pact to the plan. What could I show? The rounded
