indifference raze the acid in my stomach the music in your throat the songs we sing together the way we learn to float 131026 ... ovenbird After the funeral the car door found my face in the dark. I don’t know how it happened. Maybe proximity to death throws off the body’s proprioceptive systems, like a magnet scrambling a compass. All I know is that the pain was sharp and I raised my hand quickly to my cheek bone and it felt tender and bruised beneath the pads of my fingers. The skin was split, but just barely. Enough to be visible but not enough to bleed. For two days now I’ve carried around the evidence of my mishap, my fingertips drawn to the wound like a tongue to a broken tooth. I think I’m still surprised when the world wants to hurt me, a tiny fragile thing. I’m no more significant than an ant to the pale gods that preside over the universe. They give no thought to the pain they inflict on my poorly armoured body. They will pull off my legs one by one just to see if I’ll still try to run. 260202 what's it to you? who go blather from