doorstop
raze
add
this
to
the
slow
-growing
list
of
things_i_never_thought_i_would_say
:
today
i
hurled
a
heavy
book
hard
enough
at
my
bedroom
door
to
encourage
the
spring
-loaded
apparatus
that
prevents
me
from
slamming
it
against
the
wall
to
punch
a
hole
in
the
wood
.
having
sunk
its
fist
into
something
previously
thought
to
be
impenetrable,
the
skinny
arm
jutting
out
of
the
drywall
is
showing
no
signs
of
relinquishing
its
grip
on
its
immobilized adversary.
both
involved
parties
are
free
to
carry
on
,
locked
in
becalmed
combat,
until
the
end
of
time
.
i
never
close
any
of
the
doors
on
this
floor
anyway
.
250708
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from