furnace_lullabies
raze
my
father
said
my
name
.
not
the
one
on
my
birth
certificate,
but
the
name
he's
called
me
for
the
last
twenty
-eight
years
.
just
once
.
distant
and
drowsy
.
logic
says
it
was
likely
the
only
vent
on
this
floor
that
works
,
breathing
heat
into
a
room
too
large
to
feel
such
a
small
sigh
. groaning
through
a
grin
in
recognition
of
its
own
impotence
.
i
don't
truck
much
with
sense
at
this
time
of
night
.
i
know
what
i
heard
.
if
i
listen
long
enough
,
he
might
come
back
and
sing
me
to
sleep
.
231124
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from