A dog growled and barked. Good dog, / I heard, unsure if it was my voice / or my dog.

One thing about fire, / even the slightest / tongue will seek / another to burn.

Something about this room is off. / The timbre of its air. / The flavor of its existence.

I’m rooting for Belgium / because of their fries. / No, I’m rooting for Slovenia / because of their statues of poets. / No, I’m rooting for Deutschland / because of käsekuchen. / No, I’m rooting for Italy / because Il Corriere loves American TV. ....