deadened
raze
the
hand
that
gets
the
worst
of
the
cold
on
these
back
door
days
was
the
one
to
let
me
down
.
all
i
could
think
to
say
was
, "
not
now
."
and
that
was
an
accomplishment.
because
most
nights
,
i
don't
have
any
words
at
all
anymore
.
just
the
faintest
whisper
of
an
inarticulate dialect
divorced
from
reason
, carved
out
of
ignorance
and
unease
.
221219
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from