"I held it up and I heard the wind blow in the wire, heard my dime fall into the pit and sure as click and a whir, I could talk."

"I was damp and cymbals were chattering between my thighs. / Jazz lights said undulate so I did."

--Nathan Scott investigates memory and generation via the pinata.

"When we are eliminated / at the hands of deer hooves and motor pistons, there will arrive a clarity / so alarming that your spine will curl up"

--Hopes and dreams, a big ass, and the sad truth about inertia.

"It was humblin to hear just how hardscrabble a life I’d lived to that point. One long run a bad luck."