Its eyes appeared black, wide-set, and beady, right above its mouth. It had no nose, or none I could find. To add to this awkward effect, its arm-tail grew not quite opposite its face but at an angle, with a paw at its end and three long black claws like talons. Regardless of the cumbersome placing, the lung handled it nimbly. With its arm-tail, the lung dragged itself around. It fed with it. It scratched. It dangled, hooking its arm-tail on the topmost part of the sofa, or my dresser, or—its favorite—the closet’s rod where my clothes hung. Once it had a comfortable grip, it would let itself
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