Fungus ate the church the congregation still sits singing through the spores

The piano has hands. They are not resting.

The nearest fish faces the door, not the toad.

Alien creatures in suits ride a subway with a man.

Six passengers, one mollusk, two eye murals, newspaper, cup.

A sheep-octopus hybrid rides the subway holding a briefcase.

Front hooves grip the oars like practiced hands.

The city holds its breath, unbothered by strangeness.

Third filing this quarter. Forwarded to Accumulation Review.