vestibule raze he walks through neck-deep water at night, a bridge above his back, face wet with fear and salt. the outsoles of his shoes hit something hard and dry. it raises him up and carries him to the arctic room of a shopping mall. i'm a child chasing cheap jewelry in a department store. give me red transparent plastic beads and my eyes will make them rubies. i'll swallow every one, celluloid and lucite supplements to keep me curious, and whatever my bloodstream can't absorb will weigh me down when it's my time to sink to the bottom of the brook my mouth has made. 220322 what's it to you? who go blather from