Unrest
A woman puzzles over a hillside until even a wood poppy begins to resemble her fundamental helplessness. She and her little sister scramble across black rocks; beneath them is flowing lava. The sister slips and her thigh is seared to the bone.
A woman unlatches a wooden box. Inside live weasels have been stacked on top of one another like sheets of nori. In her hands they become furry snakes. She is bitten on the ankle and wrist.
A woman wakes hissing, ready to chew out of any container arrogant enough to hold her. Above the window a lone wasp dangles his legs in the air.
