"Hello..." Always the antecedent to a severing. Plain angles washed away by unspeakable acts, the deadly debts. What did you say? Would you care to truly know? These thin pressings, relics of a cheap barter. False religion in sequins and feather boas, rotting from the inside out. This was your fascination, your totem reprieve. I couldn't watch. The hawks claimed you, and like a sacrificial effigy, you burned.