May 18, 2013
The Coyote Man
As we shared a smoke on the patio while wrapped in pelts and blankets, the Coyote Man busted up laughing. "What?" I asked. He said to me, "Sarah, you're the only person I know - aside from my veteran friends - who I can talk to about death." This caught me off-guard, and I didn't know what to say, so I squeezed his arm and rested my head on his shoulder. He sighed a pleasant sigh. I still couldn't believe that he was a real human being, and no longer a stranger in a photograph.