pissed raze it should be amber, she said. not clear, or the colour of stout. i thought of all the metabolic liquid that's crashed through my kidneys and served as a silent alarm. i used to sleep straight through the night no matter what needed to come out of me. in the morning i was a human fire hydrant, dousing whatever flames saw fit to warm me before i woke. now i can feel that yellow-brown broth in my lungs, doing all it can to drown me. 230220 what's it to you? who go blather from