synthetic raze the boy grabs my glasses and throws them from the balcony. they sink into the backwash on the beach below. a dog makes the frames his bone and swims away with them. i dive down into the salt to take back what's mine. the lenses have fused into one jagged piece of plastic, keen to cut me open and clear as quartz. strange how so many of us need to hold something inorganic up to the light to better see what's real. 250804 what's it to you? who go blather from