stubbed raze it's a wonder i haven't broken the bones in every toe i have ten times over by now. today, hobbling toward the carpeted stairs that used to torment me after slamming the most minute part of my left foot into the steel leg of a stool that seats a space heater and steals whatever warmth isn't willing to reach me on any given day, i longed to know if being born small would have made me any less of a moving target for everything that wants to wound me. 250403 what's it to you? who go blather from