I know some of you are always looking forward to a little morphology, so let me put it to you this way: this isn't an orphanage but you'd never know it the way people are always moving in looking for a nice nest for that special egg. Like this little item: you're upstate, stuck in one of those silver-bullet diners staring at your cheeseburger while some baseball hat in the next booth is looking over at you like he wants a piece of it and then maybe a piece of you too. Or this one: you wake up feeling used, like someone was walking through you last night, someone who just gave up, crashed in a corner, who didn't give a shit whose body it was. Or you're brushing your teeth in the morning and you look up, see someone looking back at you trying to crawl out of your eyes. Someone momma shouldn't have let out.