jello in three colours is the oldest form of divination. six months ago: presidential mandate handed down at a mid/night, but I hoped that my superstitions were only so much soft water. a new year, a new shirt, the same as everything the day before. porcelain and a geometric pattern in yellow and cream; a purging of flesh was only the bi/product, and when I visited we spoke of vernaculars. I had wanted to reconcile foggy portions-foxes for meals-set a date at the end of October for such chances. come out now. send limbs and long hair over the edge of the pool7, spilling into the purple and green of the northwest hills. not understanding why being passively cruel is so filling.8 flipping through the same magazine for the 32nd time in a row. blood was more metallic in single digits.