Allow me to c o l l e c t. along tunneled ceilings^ and unused bones. They tell me that fire is hot** and lakes freeze [over in winter but I can feel china doll shar"ds underlying skins. (Some mornings, when I wake up too early, they've protruded a bit so that they catch against my bedsheets and ensnare us. I grab a hammer from under the bed, pound out silt-size rubies and tangles of flesh)