lip raze i can feel it trying to split. so i cover it with a colourless semi-solid mix of hydrocarbons, and the thin film supplied by the finger i trust most conjures the scent of cherry chapstick. i touch the parts of myself i ate to stay alive when i was a child too big for my body. help me to protect what i once went out of my way to ruin. to keep strong what's predisposed to breaking down. give me fiber and folate to fortify this crumbling fortress of muscle and blood. give me hands that heal and a mouth moist enough to carry me through this dry season. 220807 what's it to you? who go blather from