The room
A forge that maps curves, not smash
Suite 2 smells like machine oil and wet wool because the door opens onto Michigan in January.
Tess inherited a radius set from a paper mill that closed west of town. Paper mills know curves. Golf catalogs pretend to. You set the head in a wooden cradle. We chalk the equator. Horizontal first, vertical second. The miss you admit to is the third measurement, and we will not invent it for you.