bounce raze this_morning i almost blew my nose with a sheet of fabric softener. only the thinness of its skin steered me from something stupid. now night's gnarled hands are at my throat. i soak my feet in a river of salt. i'm a skipping stone listening for the low moan of the dial tone. all i ever get are cold calls anyway. 240202 what's it to you? who go blather from