pill raze this_morning i thanked my left leg for saving my daily dose of elemental zinc from a date with the floor after it slipped through my fingers on its way to my mouth. sometimes i wonder if the bitter pills i swallow every day have something to do with the thinning of what i used to think of as the best thing about me. or it could be my mother's work. a genetic bequest in the absence of any other meaningful hand_me_down. if given the choice, i think i'd rather be healthy than handsome — assuming that was ever a thing i could call myself. 231117 what's it to you? who go blather from