reflected raze a slender sliver of mirror makes an effigy of my face, sullen and slack. no salve to strip the oil from this crumbling canvas. only municipal water, warmed by the wind that wends its way through the bones of a house already older than i could ever hope to be. i dampen my desire and wait to be devoured by the ambrosial mouth of morning. 251127 what's it to you? who go blather from