but_then raze a pipe old enough to be my grandfather's father, a man who bought a donkey for reasons only he understood, pumps water through a faucet, into the ceramic bathroom sink. my brain shuffles the sound, reconstructs it, makes it speech. but then the speaker coughs. he loses his place mid-monologue. and i wash my face with words i wouldn't drink if someone paid me to. 211126 what's it to you? who go blather from