Poetry. '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.