by Sam J. Grudgings Kumiko SHIMIZU All the boys who never escaped have taken to caddisfly the streets onto their well past pupal forms. Their horrible whalefall & anemone ridden bodies hauled into the antiseptic of shore. You are so proud, you pretend you have never been them. Streetlights lining sea-sank chests gleaming. What possibilities a horrible tide will illuminate. But oh, not you. Oh no not you, boy of the waves, cinema of the cresting current, static star of anythin