reflection raze i found it on the floor, a cobalt stone that sat at the front of a stud without a stopper, made no less brilliant by all the weeks it spent embedded in unclean carpet after the accumulated pressure of too much side_sleeping uncoupled it from its post. i held it between thumb and forefinger and watched its face become a mirror in miniature, and in that nickel-coated glass i saw what passes for my face these days, a skintight mask heavy with hope and history. 220329 what's it to you? who go blather from