Tuesday, August 18, 2015
I am bear.
My purpose is sitting at your kitchen table. You bring me dog chow and flowers from the porch, hoping this will appease me.
As a bear, my goal is to confront you with Power and Presence in the living room, astride these white couches and this beige Oriental rug.
As a bear, my biggest fear is that the salmon stop running.
As a bear, I love gooseberries in the peak of July.
As a bear, I hate small-minded people.
As a bear, I desire that you stop simpering before your own power as it rattles around your bruised rib cage, inside this remodeled home. I'll break in month after month until you stand your ground in the doorway or I rip the flesh from your bones.