the angriest and the most afraid collide and wedge immobile into every passage gained, every flight is thwarted.

How stone faced and inhuman the patrols on the perimeters of her attractive pain, the helmeted unborn, their khaki wings. Lockdown into apathetic doldrummy days of finally maddening harmonica, painting toenails, getting religion, crossing off calendar squares, sharpening hidden things, studying the law for loopholes, giving desultory stirs to cooling brews, on the lookout for the right coincidental sequence, on the make with prayer.