peephole raze i watch him through the fisheye lens. he holds a small pair of scissors behind his back. the better to cut me open with. he bludgeons the door with his body until the wood gives way. lines up his eyes with two ragged holes he's made. i lean against the only thing that separates us and counter his weight with my own. he leaves without getting inside. i find two knives in the kitchen, their dark handles fused together. conjoined twins too new to fend for themselves. i press them to my chest and wait to be taken apart. 240427 what's it to you? who go blather from