layered raze this is what i wear to stay warm with winter on its way: a shirt under a shirt under another shirt under a hooded cotton cloak i first swaddled myself in sixteen years ago after thinking i might die while kissing carpet in the room i keep my records in, split between a bowed wooden shelf and one made of glass i bought from a woman whose stomach was swollen with incipient life. i wonder what name her child answers to now. 241127 what's it to you? who go blather from