AMEN Orphans die more gleefully in the green West. A tapestry made of gelatin. Binary ears. A hand raised into the wavering trauma-light. Bright pearls cluster—as if glued—around The newly opened eyelids of an infant. Blue lies beneath this all bending, as do Stunted uncles, kissing. Azrael, Shaken, backs his red go-cart through the wall. - Christian Hawkey // Georg Trakl