loonie raze of all the things i thought might glue itself to the part of me made for sitting and surrender, a gold-coloured coin with a common loon on one_side and queen elizabeth on the other would have been last on the list. this cold currency kissed my ass last_night when i was walking from one room to another, naked as the day i was made. it fell to the floor before my fingers could find it, no bigger than a wish and twice as loud as leaving. stamped on brass-plated steel like some_small_joke i had to squint to see was one of the last years i felt like my full self. late as i might be to meet my maker, i won't be a dollar short when my fist hits the door. so there's that. 260131 what's it to you? who go blather from