optical raze i used to wear this cardigan when it was warm enough to go without a coat but too chilly to step outside shielded only by one frail layer of fabric. it was my morning gown and my stand-in for a spring jacket. at some stage the cold grew less kind and i turned to thicker things to keep my frame from freezing. after the forsaken sweater was scrubbed clean, i hung it on a mic stand, meaning to carry it upstairs when my hands had less to hold. then i forgot all about it. now every time i'm in the kitchen i see someone who isn't there out of the corner of my eye, standing beside the piano bench like they're about to sit down and play. i keep waiting to hear them hammer out a few notes. but nothing happens. i've found faces_in_unexpected_places and blurred birds where no winged thing has ever been. this is the first time i've seen myself without looking in a mirror. 260110 what's it to you? who go blather from