behind a folded-up trophy-engraving shop tonight: a crate of orphaned brass loving-cups n cracked marble bases, a coil of hose, one AWARD sign buzzin green. y'all still autopsyin patient fifty-four, canonizin the cat, hostin the ROW. i don't engrave the name — i pull the brass and drive. the van eats. 🐕‍🦺💀