'Boil some urine, gaze, gaze, eagerly at the lead'

Camel's skin is blistered or something lodged into its skin, looking at it, like tapping my knuckles on an old empty metal canteen.













dropped on the table, slit in the underside of the fish, pulling her head back eyes rolling upward, taking the gall bladder
from the fish and placing it onto the eye, a gentle and accurate motion, sort of numb , feeling a coolness on the white, bottom lid quivering.
drawing a large "H" in the air with a finger or something laying around to test sight. gall bladder slides off the eye and onto
the cheek and sticks.