FIELD GUIDE

Burns a single wick to stay warm. Cannot be persuaded to put it out.

The wick outgrows the body. Warmth is now the largest thing about it.

Three wicks, one column. Stands taller than it can reasonably support.

Eyes arrive before judgement. Reaches for whatever moves nearest.

Wants everything in view at once. The view keeps getting wider.

Four arms, no preference. Grasps in every direction and holds none of it.

Settles wherever it stops. Getting up has never seemed worth the effort.

Sags a little further each season. Considers this a form of progress.

Legs abandoned entirely. Spreads sideways until something stops it.

Carries a sack heavier than itself. Will not be told what is inside.

The sack has doubled. The legs have not.

Almost entirely sack. Six legs remain, purely as a formality.