“one day, the boy with a difficult name laid with a boy who shall remain nameless in the sun & they rolled a round waiting for something to burn. the next day, the boy with the difficult name woke up in a blue sweat, walked the rim of the lake & though nothing burned, something was growing from the ashes, for mosquitos flew away from his skin, ticks latched onto his ankle & turned to smoke, weeds & willows bowed green spines to him & he swore he heard the dirt singing his name saying it right”