ugh ugh she says ugh you suck
i sneeze on her
i hate you she says i hate you so much
she lies
her heart says she lies
don’t kick me jessie don’t kick me
mom pushes me stop pushing me mom i can
do it myself not a cub i am not a little
squirrel
there is a squirrel
die squirrel die
squirrel in tree
fuck you squirrel
gavin gavin gavin
chase me gavin
find me gavin
mark is running
with me
chris tanner
running
with me
all of us
packpackpack
sing our wolfsong
sing our ravensong
sing our heartsong
sing for all the world to hear
“GODDAMN,” RICO SAID, wincing as he climbed the steps, the hint of light on the horizon. He put his hand on his stomach. “Don’t tell me what I ate. I don’t want to know. I think it’s still kicking.” He belched loudly and grimaced. “Ugh. I think I have something’s hair on my back teeth.”
Jessie was at the door, handing us our sleep clothes as we walked in. She looked tired, but not so tired that it kept her from smacking me upside the head. “That’s for sneezing on me, you little bitch.”
I grinned at her.