pin raze it seems fitting, really, that this enamel reminder of all i've lost and fought to keep from losing should unfasten itself from the fabric it's been fused with for so long when i hurl the hat that hugs my head on hot days at a box of cereal in an impotent expression of frustration, and that it should then vanish altogether, as if the universe itself has reached out one transpicuous hand and said, "here is one more thing i'll be taking from you." 250714 what's it to you? who go blather from