quarters raze you turn from your back onto your side, cold and chasing sleep, and your bedsprings make a sound, but you think it's your shoulder. the right one. it sounds just like loose_change. quarters. you're sure of it. so sure you can see those silver circles in the dark, catching what little light there is. every time you reach for a drink of water, you feel that currency shiver, and you wonder how much nickel-plated steel lives in you, forgotten and unspent. 220108 what's it to you? who go blather from