recognizable raze i can't find a shirt worth wearing in my closet. this henley won't hold up in the heat. not even if i ease the sleeves past my elbows and tell myself the skin of the thing is thin enough to see me through. that blue-green button-up has too many memories packed into its patch pocket. the balustrade that snakes down to the main floor is pimpled by a post that's palmed something white and carved from cotton. oversized and slept on. i turn to the tv screen. toggle between two numbers i know_by_heart. there are no songs to soothe me here. just confused commercials. strange. solemn. nothing to sell. nothing to say. i leave home cloaked in the costume i was cradled in when i crawled out of the swamp that sculpted me and hope not to be recognized. 260619 what's it to you? who go blather from