peel_slowly_and_see raze their words wreathed in wrapping paper. brilliant bleached softwood pulp that breaks apart between my fingers. three packages. three gifts. one is a christmas card that eases open from the bottom. one is a note that almost isn't anything at all. and one is a paperback book. dark cursive smears on the flyleaves. more in the margins. copyright information crossed out. above a long grey line, in letters larger than the space they've come to claim: "oh, fuck these things." 250112 what's it to you? who go blather from