Tup, though charming, lacks the poison of F. Bang, though violent, lacks the chuckle. Plow’s too agricultural and stinks of barnyard. Sleep with is,
Crook-armed acacia bark all split and sedimentary, branches dissolving into green feathers without control of air. Shadow like a snake’s back—all mottle and shift.
Tel: archeological site. Layers of fragile bits that nonetheless survive, and there is always, most revealingly for information about daily life, a midden. I