Everything is hot when taken / out of the body and into town. If maps could have weather I'd say: here's a map of that journey from the body into town and back. If a map could have sound-regional dialect sung by a shape-shifter real buddy-buddy with the multiple / inlets. The Bo Diddley epigraph sets the tone but Heron/Girlfriend is a woman's song. Everyone looks / into my hollow and hollers / their own names. / I give holy hell / back in pieces. It's hot. --Kate Greenstreet