Lascaux Park by Ari Braverman The young professor, now that the dog sleeps in his bed, regularly wakes up with grit in his pubic hair and cockleburs attached to the side of his pillow. The dog—about forty pounds, two feet tall from her feet to the tips of her pointed ears—looks like a little red wolf. Her eyes are golden coins in the copper dish of her face. Her paws smell like corn chips. This morning her tail goes thump […]