swimming_pool raze this is where you find him, alive but unresponsive, his eyes reduced to sightless slits. did you ever wade into warm water without fearing it had something terrible to tell you? when you squint to bring the past into focus, there are no pictures of you soaking in the shallow end to stay cool. the smell of chlorine. its taste tart and heavy in your throat. the dearborn commercial radio station that served as the soundtrack for the narrowing of your blood vessels. these images are gone or too faded now to touch. all you see is a skittish animal driven from its home, fighting to stay afloat. 241208 what's it to you? who go blather from