Longer than a meal

love, death, impossible moods and what can fix them

I get in these impossible moods. My dogs are going to die, I think, and my friends, and my child, too, and my husband, and the only hope is that my body will go first into the dust, but even then there will be the losing of all the rest.

What is the point of loving anything at all, I think in these moments. Or else, I think, loving this old teddy bear I’…