Empire Of The Senseless

Turns out, when you play basketball with a puppy every morning for three months, she learns to dribble quite well. Jade is a goofball. Uncoordinated and sloppy, she has two sticks in her mouth; she’s staring at third. She’s certain she can fit them all. It’s only a matter of careful consideration. She pushes herself against my spine and decides nothing. She finds comfort in the absence of thought. She is desperate for my company. She feels my absence. She appreciates my presence. She has never looked at a screen in her life. She has no business indoors. She refuses restraints. She insists that I wear the collar. I do. She is alive. We sit and stare at the dead bodies surrounding us. They walk with their heads down, adverting our gaze. We offer our chins proudly. We remain curious. We are not afraid of offending. Nothing offends us. We either want it or we don’t give a damn. We are completely satisfied with only walking. Rolling in the wet grass. Dancing under the moon. There is nothing you can say that would