I dug ‘lung-colored’ to begin with – it
wasn’t expected and threw off the clean image of steam/snow but calls up a very
specific palette, all anatomy models and anti-smoking ads. ‘Fairway’’s a word I’ve always got just
enough sense of to not have to look up until just now but “the fairway of the bears”
felt like an opening, coming into their domain. ‘Splashes of blood wandering
the world’ really worked for me, as it reminded me of when streams of liquid
change course, appearing to have agency.
I enjoyed how punchy and gross it was -‘gnash’ing on a ‘turd sopped in
blood’, the desperateness of bits like this and 'hack [...] and eat and drink', 'splattering' and 'lurching' contrasted with calmer, gentle moments of ‘riffling’ heavy fur and ‘climb in and close him up after me, against the wind, and sleep’, and the continuous sense of blood
on snow.
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