eager raze she's made me a sandwich on a brioche bun, with onions that curl around cold_cuts like the edible dreams of shower curtain rings. every bottle of water in the fridge is lukewarm and tinted blue. a lie of the plastic it's imprisoned by. i'm not hungry. but the least i can do is sit with her while she eats. i trade insults with her husband's sister and think about the wild rabbit i saw sunning itself across the street before i came upstairs. she smiles and says what a good dog i am. i throw my head back and howl, eager to please. something is clearly coming to an end, but the hymn that tells me so is gone before i can piece the full picture together. 241231 what's it to you? who go blather from