raisin
raze
i
can't
quite
find
the
word
this
morning
in
my
mental rolodex.
each
time
i
reach
for
it
,
the
fingers
of
my
mind
close
around
its
antecedent —
a
vine
-shrouded
berry
that's
always
seemed
to
me
to
be
both
less
and
more
than
its
simple
protean
self
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from