A Black Dog's Christmas

This is one of the longer pieces in the book I think as a as a queer person growing up in America I was trying to navigate what it means to be a queer body in the American space. The city so white it is ready for ink the radio saying run run run milk flower petals on a black dog like pieces of a girl's dress may your days be merry and bright he fills a teacup with champagne brings it to her lips open he says she opensOutside a soldier spits out his cigarette as footsteps fill the square like stones fallen from the sky may all your Christmas is be white  a single candle their shadows two wicks a military truck speeds through the intersection children