stir raze you cannot tell me what steps you might take in my ravaged runners, half deaf and hurrying to your next class. you only offer admonishments to slow my speech and shout into your nearest ear. the man who taught me math and science when i was twelve might be a better barometer if he could harness his anger and steer himself from saying something stupid. the only senior who would give me the time of day when i was a freshman holds my hand while i tie my hair back. she knows the third loop is always the toughest move to make. once i could get away with halving any cotton coil that called itself an ally. now i need to shrink the cincture's scope until it almost isn't_anything. i make the mistake of whispering. a woman turns and tells me to quiet my cathedral. if this body i was born into is a church, it's as godless as any other place i know. i swallow my words and wait for one to bury itself in the back of my throat so i might sleep and stir no more. 250920 what's it to you? who go blather from