ripped raze this fitted_sheet was harvested from the nile delta soil before binding a bed built for a queen. what began as a small split in the sinew of its unsmiling face is now an aperture through which no light will pass. with each move i make, it expands and grows more ragged, butchered by the burden of my body. someday soon i'll slide my whole head through this slit and wear what i struggle to sleep on as a cape. 260316 what's it to you? who go blather from