Newly Wild Hedgehog

FOSSILIZED LOVE LETTER You are a lonely pterodactyl; I am a lonely plesiosaur.

How do I know that you’re lonely?

I see that you’re flying alone.

I see you flying the sky alone when I poke my head above the water.

You soar through the night sky like a bubble through the water.

You glide through the morning sky like a trilobite through the water— you belong in every living place.

Whenever I see you flying, I feel as if you’re tearing out my guts, like the time you pecked a fish and tore out its guts on the shore while cool blood drizzled your fur.

Whenever I watch you on the shore, I want to say, “Come visit me. Swim in the deep and lonely waters with me.

Fly like a bubble. Tear out my guts.”