and here we are, here it is. its furry, it has teeth. you can pet it, feed it. but you can’t name it. it has a name all its own. picked itself. pulled it right out of the graveyard. made a mess of us all. and there i was and there you were, all grimy, all spent. grit between our fingernails, a bit of sand in the hair. and it licked our toes and we laughed ourselves up from the tombstones. and there we were, leaving into dawn, making a mockery of it all and it was just fine.