BURNING WHAT or SALLY'S EQUINOX

Fog covers the field, dew on the long grass. She takes off her beret and sprays an 'X' of Aquanet across the top. (She describes her ensemble as "punk-Italian" but neither look is discernible to me.) After the can falls to her feet, she pulls one of those long safety lights from her apron, lights the hat, and sends it across the field. The light disappears following a small sizzle. The dew.

From her bun, Sally removes a 5" hairpin and pricks the index finger of her left hand and squeezes three drops onto the starmap. The drops burn a dark green, the paper curls slightly. In the pen, the pigs begin howling, marking the arrival of warm winds from the east.