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Truth Thomas holds up a mirror so we see our bodies as instruments of song. Noemi Somalvico catches the 102 out to the countryside to comfort a forlorn woman hugging the ground. Rob Myatt translates ponds and gnomes, gubbins, stones from the German. Sunny Rosen does her own chart under a cow bull moon, in a gore-red sunset field. David A. Taylor had no idea how sexy the foreclosure business was! Jordan Dilley calls us on the phone, but every other sentence is interrupted by a loud cruuuuch. Pickle? Chips? Pickle chips? You got the wrong pony, cowboy, she says at last. Laton Carter gifts us a shirt with curly lettering proclaiming A MOMENT OF SCIENCE, PLEASE. Joy Ladin catches us when we slip, the floorboards shifting under our feet like rafts sliding over the face of the deep. Mercury Sunderland meets us at Mount Baker Light Rail Station and cautions us to step carefully there as well. In cabbage season, Erica Wright rips out barberry and ash, brush cherry and coltsfoot, to let other things grow—while Genni Gunn leads us up a street of abandoned homes to a meeting she describes as a "session" with Reverend Audrey. Patrick Meeds discloses that Bigfoot is real, but please, he just wants to be left alone. Calli DeSerio brushes it off as allergies at first. Jonathan Chan adds salt to a bowl full of samgyetang while, outside, old factories become pop-ups and cafes. Carla Cherry asks you, scourge to scourge, what can we do? Sara Eddy lets us tag along to the sleepover, where Thomas Rions-Maehren offers us all the plums. Simona Zaretsky is going to be a substitute in the Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra, but first she needs to deal with what lives down the drain.