Edge 1 The intrinsics of your bristle + rabbit feet + elaborate tress performances + I am very expensive. Edge 2 With the shades open I see your red car coming down my street quick like the ruse of spit or the way a mouth blooms dark parts up a neck or another trick still I am slotted apart by what your red vocabulary drafts in me Edge 3 (It exposes my gambit. It garbles my gams. It makes me a garter. It takes back my girders. It acts out of turn.) Edge 4 Inaugurate this: In any other kindle this impeccable spur would not shine.