the_opposite_of_never raze i am holding aluminum foil in one hand and nothing in the other, a body falling backwards into the soft arms of wonder with all the grace of an unpinned grenade. a broken circle shapes itself into scythes. a kiss from each curved blade. whisper soft and hard as quartz. hard as unblinking eyes that leave nothing uncovered and nothing untouched. you only hear what i have to say when you're touching my face. so press your hand against that small city and listen as long as you live there. 210829 what's it to you? who go blather from