I heard Tim Seibles read his poem “Midnight, the Coyote, Down in the Mouth” at one of my grad school residencies. I sat there listening and unbelieving my ears. Was he talking about “The” Coyote? Yes, he was. And beautifully, too. I never thought of the Coyote as an existential being before. I suppose if you were living his life you would have to be ... Meep!