Three men plan a bank heist in full drag.
One brings hot dogs.
One brings yak musk.
None bring a plan.

Colossal testicles, transgender butter, and a four-day no-wipe streak, a hotel fire alarm goes off.
Thirteen floors.
Bare feet on Auckland pavement.
No hot water.
No dignity.

A man whittles a stool he may or may not have made.
Another meditates mid-defecation.
Someone suggests butthole print scanning technology.
We all agree potatoes are not a complete solution.

This is about carving meaning out of nonsense.
About shaping chaos into something small enough to hold.
About rollerblading away from your own incompetence in a Beyoncé mask.

American Bonsai.
Carefully trimmed.
Deeply unnecessary.
Beautiful.