Lying on his back in a field. His gaze remains steady until he sees them-
worms crawling across the sky. He sweeps them away with his lashes.
They crawl back into view.
In a circle above the chasm, twelve silhouettes grasp hands, bend knees, and jump.
Freeze, spin the image,
watch them dance.
A mustard-stained apron on a freshly swiffed floor.
Chairs, legs up on the table. She leans over and flips the sign.