it came out of the folk

niche,  voiding

stinkybreath
god hung around

an extra

night &

the

tigerwoman

jiggled her

carkeys in

her ear for the clicking

sound
the bear had his

own answer,  he

bashed at his

taboo
this was about

formation,  rather

than roots

rocking the

stuffed brush

turkey by the

staircase
there was no

emptiness,  even the god had

a heart
it was the

tiger heir that

shouldered the

suffering
the

resol

ution

was

only

to

chan-

ge

as if

an

object
there was no memory

therefore no community;  no

jealousy,  or other virtue