stories wrap themselves like masks around dense coagulations of red; apparitions with bloodlike stains against a cloudy grayish yellow sky. through the silver sprawl of sublimated malevolence, a wolf eats alone in a shrinking city. this long-term calamity is their phantom limb.

a subtle coating of rust hangs on bird cages with little bird skeletons; a figure orbited by circles scatters apart; labyrinthine tanglings like bare twigs grow out of streets emptied of people.

she resurrects him as a seer as she takes off her clothes.

the ghosts of these forlorn streets are not narrative images; they look like the stars. bizarre oneiric creatures in the world, as water in water, describing parts of an ellipse: straight lines and gentle curves.