layers raze these rainy_sunny episodes keep clawing their way out of the clouds. god's spit forcing me to live in layers humbled by heat and humidity. soft washed cotton left to reckon with what a poor substitute it is for a parasol or a waterproof coat. as if clothing could care about itself or whoever happens to be wearing it. there's a part of me that can't wait until all these faucets freeze over and their slow drip turns to snow. there are a lot of different parts of me. all with their own wants and worries. the body does more than send signals to the brain. the body builds its own refuge from the rain. 240924 what's it to you? who go blather from