image of indistinguishable wires frozen on a copper plate. there is some chemical process; some mechanical thing. the walls are white.

it is another eye she says. something i carry with me. if i can see without it i may lose something.

plastic stairs; pin-scratched postcard; rotted bamboo leaves glued to a catechism.

it's four colors really: indigo; ink; possum; and that kind of dirty green you see in pickle brine.