i_found_a_raisin raze cerumen, i thought. far from where my head hits the pillow when i dim what little light gets in through cracks in the lithosphere. but scentless. and nothing of it sheds when i roll it between fat first digit and flesh pistol's serrated sight. something from one of last week's too-rich breakfasts, then. though how it got here and for so long sat unseen at the bottom of my bed is a mystery i'm sure will endure. 241113 what's it to you? who go blather from