by L.A. Shortliffe Jason Leung A gold foil box. Nestled within the inner folds of black velvet, gilded dragonflies circle red lacquered chopsticks. They shine with lack of use. These are only for good. Unfurling a rice-paper scroll reveals sumi-e sparrows in flight amongst stalks of bamboo. Grind the sumi until it is black as pitch. There’s an old spam container, edges rusting, label fading — serving as home to a dance of carefully folded paper cranes. Sakura blossoms and koi