honey nr when i was a kid and had a cold, my nanny made me take a spoonful of honey. i tried to resist, saying it tasted like garbage. (i don't think i had ever tasted garbage, though i suppose that's up for interpretation.) 250922 ... raze mary used to substitute that bee-born amber ooze for sugar in her tea. i'm sure i took my own that way once. it's been so_long i can't remember how it tasted. whatever i held in my mouth has seeped into my memories of her, few and fragmented as they are. all i see are ceiling spikes and a bedroom i would have to hunch to stand in now. batman on the bedspread. magic in the vents. take me back in time thirty years and a day, and i'll sleep like a stone between hand-washed sheets with a threadbare prayer on my lips. 250923 what's it to you? who go blather from