the_thinnest_of_things raze my room is no longer my own. it belongs to everyone now. before i leave my bed to be burdened with the bodies of others, i gather as many books as i can carry and stow them in my satchel. i swipe softcover comrades from the closet, from the shelf that stands with its back against the west wall, and from the pile hidden beneath my pillow. the bag gets heavy in a hurry. you forget how much your heart can weigh when it's meted out in words. here too are three thin hardback guides you gave me. talismans to turn to in troubled times. one title catches my eye: "even though you're feeling sad". i don't need to strain its spine to know how that sentence ends. 251122 what's it to you? who go blather from