always_and_only raze one small soldier stowed himself away in the guts of my glasses. he ran an unrelenting ring around rusted rims and fed me an optical_illusion, misleading my mind into believing the dark blur of his blitz was a four-legged friend flickering at my feet, always and only on the cusp of being seen. "ant," i said. "you'll have to go." i slid the spectacles that sharpen my vision from my snout and sat them on a cinder block to set the scurrying insect free. he crept across the contours of my wrist before darting beneath the nearest shirtsleeve. and now i guess he's a part of me. 250602 what's it to you? who go blather from