The manila sun is warming it and warming it common over into spring seen with your thighs. Acorn green— a tropical frog with dour wool soviet cap. Everything (we’re not told it) keeps going. Order and accident mold it. Myrtles in the dog park are shades at our right hand, stock images, lore, a very present help in trouble. The 60’s tour bus—unshelfed relic—blows past a mixte like a hurtled chrome diner and cleaves the myrtle overhang. Decomissioned silver-liner? Elegantly half-dressed neighbors come off their porches, shoulders by their ears, arms crossed high on their chests. Some missed it, but ask the rest if they saw (though in the passability neighbors use), and laugh at its impossibility. This is how light religion can be! After the Ascension, who took roster first to break the silence left to chic and useful science? Danny, who will live with dad now that mom is dead?