i heard the coyotes howl last night but of course i didn't see them. they're liminal beings. not to themselves but to me, though i may be liminal to them, and we may share our liminal nature in a liminal overlap. they hear our sirens, we hear their howls. i don't think they have a den by the tracks though, because i used to hear them when the ambulances went through the underpass. i sometimes hear people howling in the park too, but it's different, it's fueled by gas and exhaustion, it doesn't go deep like the lonesome howl of the liminal species. or maybe it does, to the coyotes. i think we lose our liminality sometimes. we lose our heart. our souls may go wandering after the coyotes. i don't know, i'm just speculating.