dreams_scatter_like_dust raze unable to access the steep slope of deepest sleep, i'm left with little more than fragments. apple_juice and unease. a man who means well but can only yell to express his concern. foam on the lips of a clear plastic jug. whatever needs doing will be done for me. so i'm told. coat hooks instead of lockers in my high_school hallway. i can't tell if this kid is in love with me or my leather jacket. maybe both. he falls to the floor, face wet with weeping. i'd comfort him, but i don't want to be late for class. you're in one of these rooms. i'm as sure of that as i've ever been of anything. if_only i knew which door to knock on. 250527 what's it to you? who go blather from