crumpled form, mysterious sauce, pussycat rug
2. On the midline of the road, a plastic bag with “Have a Nice Day” and a yellow smiley face; inside is a styrofoam to-go box from which leaks a brown sauce.
3. In the street, an orange cat lies fully stretched, motionless. There’s no blood or other signs of violence, but the cat is flattened, thinned out, as if it were a cat rug. Is this truly okay with me? Is it okay that it will happen to me?