cramp tender_square the two layers of old paint refused to yield to my scraping. my palm formed against the hard rubber handle of the chisel. i used the corner tip to coax dried latex, and when flakes formed, i draped myself over the horizontal door and pushed my shoulder into shove. hours of flecking bits and inadvertently gouging wood and i'm left with hands that are seizing up, sending shock waves of pain when i try to carry or lift something. 230214 ... raze my right foot wakes me in the night screaming in a language i understood before i knew what words were, and only holding it like i would a small child in need of sleep will quiet its cries. 231011 what's it to you? who go blather from