Torso of Air. Suppose you do change your life & the body is more than a portion of night sealedwith bruises. Suppose you woke & found your shadow replaced by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful & gone. So you take the knife to the wall instead. You carve & carve until a coin of light appears & you get to look in, at last, on happiness. The eye staring back from the other side--waiting.… (more)