faucet raze a washer has worn out and taken with it the worst of what our kitchen sink had to say, the insistent drip of its anguish blurred into birdsong by distance and the slow_dance of a mind too tired to pick up its feet. i rinse the residue of wax and waste from the exocarp of a cosmic crisp apple and strain to hear the husky trill of the tap water warbler. it eats its young alive and waits for darkness to come down like locusts, like leaves. 260528 what's it to you? who go blather from