It will appreciate being fed even if it doesn’t eat.
It will be solely satisfied by the gesture.
It will cobble the water it drinks.
It will see roads in heat oppressive.
It will photograph red and needy.
It will talk shit about parrots.
It will discuss its true adversary’s wings.
It will make a guttural roar covered in surf.
It will make itself thin by holding its song in for days.
It will give you something to forget me by.
It will roll around in its own dirty pathos.
