fingernail raze i found the shrunken bowl of something that used to be mine. it was resting on a wooden shelf that hugs the wall beside my bed. i stood and wondered how a piece of me could travel so far from where i unfastened it without calling any attention to the violence of its leaving. then i flicked it into the air and listened to the sound it made as the free edge of my dirtiest digit struck the lower lip of a hard plastic wastebasket with its mouth wide open. 220714 what's it to you? who go blather from