minuscule raze "my eye is a thing of beauty," he said. "a watering hole for minuscule lizards." he dreamed he was with a group of older men. they all wore suits and hats. they were waiting for a baby to be born. "do you think she'll have a boy?" one man asked. "it's a boy!" another man shouted. "she had a boy!" they clapped their hands and smacked the floor, building a crude kind of tribal celebration out of shared gratitude. this was the son none of them ever had. his life held all the promise they'd squandered or lost sight of. he could do anything. he could be anyone. the oldest of all the men laughed and wept. "i knew it," he said. "i knew it." when he woke up, there was a damp patch on his pillow. a stream of saltwater from the eye that's been giving him grief since this week was a newborn too. 220902 what's it to you? who go blather from