stainless raze there are stainless steel containers in my room. more of them than i can count. an army of amputated vacuum flasks. she shows me one that's almost full of something lighter than cola and darker than dirty water. if i wouldn't drink it when it was cold and carbonated, there's no way i'm drinking it now that it's lukewarm and days past its best. other bottles bereft of breath and brain are only wet around the base. i tell her i'll be more careful about cleaning up after myself from now on. i strip soiled tissues from the bed and throw them away. i put a record on. press stylus to skin and let the first chords come in. she stands at the top of the stairs that will take her away from me. she says she hasn't felt like herself in some time. that makes two of us. 240901 what's it to you? who go blather from