The moth folds out like a piece of tracing paper it is square in shape and floats

a builder breaking eggs into his lap

I live outside of where the party is, in a guinea pig hutch

Edu her boyfriend is flying a plane outside of the window in a cloudy fog

a cello case on the floor of the street with blood dripping out from the inside

The television we are watching fills up with vegetables

a yellow spotted salamander with pink spots and a red bow