FIELD GUIDE

Keeps its eyes shut and its shell closed. Outlasts most things by ignoring them.

Adds a plate for every season it survives. Has survived a great many.

A fortress with moss on it. Nothing has come out and nothing has gone in.

Two heads, opposite views. Neither concedes and the body goes nowhere.

Watches both horizons at once. Twitches at whichever moves first.

Three heads, three directions. Consensus has not been reached.

Holds no fixed shape. The eyes are the only part that stays put.

Spreads thinner as it grows. Edges fray faster than they can be replaced.

Comes apart on purpose. The pieces that drift off still watch you.

Hollow throughout. What little is left inside does not touch the walls.

Grows by becoming emptier. Trails whatever it has not yet lost.

Fills the frame and keeps nothing. The outline is the last thing holding.