'Sled Dogs' by Michele Catalano

She turns to a book of poetry called Drunk Drivers Always Have the Right of Way, settles on a quick one called “Tale of the Yukon;” four lines, one stanza, a poem ending with a man eating his sled dogs. She reaches for the gin, gets up to vomit. The floor spins and she spins with it and then she is on the floor face to face with her quizzical cat and she thinks she just might die there, she might never get up, and her cat will eat her before making its exit and, later, someone would write a four line, one stanza poem about her.