Her bob haircut screams just the hair, not her, the hair it has its own mouth

The ticket reads 54. The dispenser also reads 54.

Door, certificates, lamp, aquarium, rug, tissue, chairs, three figures, coat.

Eight legs, one heart, dressed for summer wandering.

The nearest fish faces the door, not the toad.

Between two worlds, pale skin meets vivid borrowed plumage.

Filed under Nobility, pending Zoology cross-reference review.

Savanna remembers nothing, but the denim holds secrets.

Scales and suits gather where strange hungers meet.