swamp raze i need a new day planner to mark a month that hasn't yet been born. the magazine racks behind my teacher's desk don't hold anything i can use. i start writing what i want to remember on my desk, sure the words will be erased the moment i leave the room. i can't seem to get ink on my bone-white comforter even when i'm trying to. finding a few sheets of lined paper i didn't know i had gives me some play. i write down a story with a tender ending and no beginning. some lines have to pull double duty to make it all fit on the page. i look for a hiding place in a stairwell that's more like the common area of a mall. somewhere i can piss without being seen. there aren't any trees here. not even a standing support beam to lean on. the floor cracks beneath my feet like young ice. a vampire climbs out of the swamp to live on dry land after making the forest wetland his home. a woman and her young daughter sit in a small theater. low light. stage made up to look like a kitchen. the girl opens her mouth and a grown man's voice comes out. she sings: "introducing you to absolutely me." this must be a second-generation cassette dub. something has been lost. i can't tell you what it is. you'd have to hear it for yourself. 231029 what's it to you? who go blather from