hatchling raze a man with a stage name meant to mock his skinny frame hangs from my bedroom ceiling, filleted and feathered into a fall. one monochrome image in a sea of lost souls. ants patrol these still waters. a translucent turtle too new to the world to know fear walks across the warm wall of my outstretched hand. such a fine, fragile thing. i lose it to the thinnest layer of cotton that carries me into darkness and know what's wandered away won't be found again. 250913 what's it to you? who go blather from