Here, though, tonight, creature in another creature’s bed, I am taking just a moment to be an animal alone in my own head. All while you, I know, are home, trying not to look for me, again, out a window grown so dark it just reflects.
Forgive me. I’d grown so used to being lonely.
— Jessica Jacobs, from “In a Thicket of Body-Bent Grass,” published in Split This Rock














