my spirit animal
is a cheese-addicted coyote
with acid reflux
always on the verge
of a panic attack.
he steals from dumpsters behind taco bells,
howls at the moon like it owes him money,
believes every siren is personal,
every shadow a diagnosis,
every burp a prophecy of doom.
still—
he keeps moving.
heart on fire, stomach in revolt,
limping through the night with crumbs on his mouth,
convinced the next bad decision
might save his life.