frost raze brown shingles wreathed in fragile white the roof above my head unshaven stripped of its dignity by an overnight phase transition now make the heat a straight razor and put it in my hands 211105 ... tender_square a bloom burst of canterbury crystal adorns windshields down the block overnight. the moon drips its bone light into backyards; my chaliced eyes revive him at midnight. 220116 ... tender_square night’s humid breath mixed with inhospitable ground. every surface caked in crystal, in the angles of a razor held fast to my face, swiping. my cheeks and chin numbed by a windless fire still stoked and rising east. 221124 what's it to you? who go blather from