bending under arrows, obsidian tips, toast points, eucalyptus smell, bad denim, copper bibles, sixteen grins, hope salvage, Medea in her afterburn, I have gone off and busted all knuckles against a rhythm, hollow lion, pause and ignore me. I will say I love you when you are absent. I will howl. I will circle fire. I will replace my hands. Nothing of me will have touched you.