hot_glue tender_square cylindric sticks, wobbly rubber bullets for my hot-pink glue gun. pulling trigger until hands tremor and polymer wax spurts in milky strands that singe skin. winging it with craft plywood, curved and smoothed better than i could ever fashion from a saw’s mouth in shop class. i unskein yards of yarn in patterns of palmier butter crust, cutting umbilical cords left hanging. 220411 what's it to you? who go blather from