familiar_stranger pushpins yellow light down the drain filtering through the cancer and the hair and his half concious affections are licking at my skin. There's nothing left to do but follow and float in the current in the flood in the calm that nothing bad can happen and the 'who cares anyay?' cuz everything is good. and all is sweet and swell in the room above the television. black light flickers with excited seduction. sleepy hands draw against a familiar stranger's spine who curves in the night, whose love is scattered and confused who has known me through the grade school giggles whose eyes are afraid and taunted when i rearrange our only ties for a flirt and a scare to the new opportunities. 020126 ... frAnk and again we are stunned by personal observation. this is blather at her best. i want to know what occurred "in the calm where nothing bad can happen." ..."excited seduction, sleepy hands draw, a flirt and a scare..." beautiful possibiity. 020127 what's it to you? who go blather from