He heaves a cinderblock, splashing like a gorilla into a pool, through the door of an 86 Corolla. Beneath the his boots, each ant sweats the sweat of ten ants until puddles form, although there s no rain. A dog steps from behind a dented furnace and flashes its teeth, revs its canine motor, fur standing. The boy freezes, but the season does not, and the dog lowers, flinches, and springs to end what luck never touched. This junk, that junk.
Supremacy rests in suffusion and dreams.