Life Is Slightly Different Than You Think It Is
by Arthur Vogelsang There are an unexpected number of seashells in everybody’s house. There are not a surprising number of dogs. There is red hard candy waiting on some tables, not a lot, In a few gorgeous dishes and in some boring beige dishes, But in nearly everywhere in my house there are a lot of shells, And in some places a few shells, just as there are lots And a few in your house and everybody’s house, unexpectedly. It isn’t even a world-wide obsession or a decades-long fad, or the new money, With cash banned, checks banned, credit cards outlawed, And seashells declared the coin, oh no. Read the rest

Lay down beside me I signaled to my wolf 
Three pats of the sofa in the early morn 
Then two pats of the heart to say why. 
He did it silently, no reply when one does 
What’s to do. I must rest my hand on you 
For a while for the usual reasons. This 
Is easy to say between wolves or wolves and people 
And difficult between people. For instance 
A person might not want to absorb by touch another’s pain 
Then. The wolf loves to. The person might say 
Oh all right, but clearly a burden to ease another’s pain. 
If you keep a wolf, there isn’t much more they do 
But they are specially good at it 
Like the surf loves to be splashed with a whole bottle of poison water, 
Try that and see if the waves don’t turn over embracing without end, 
Try that and see if you can find any poison after two seconds, 
Or slowly slide your fingers through the first layer 
Of your wolf’s coat to the second layer and move fingers 
Head to tail, tail to head, slower than slowly. 
Anything could have happened to you yesterday 
And you’d soon be okay. But first get a wolf.

– arthur vogelsang