a_picture_i_didn't_mean_to_take raze you don't see the indurated water and sand that stung my feet with the heat they leased from the sun. you don't see the new_friend i made before breakfast, or the white markings on either side of their face where something was lost or given back to a body with inarticulate ideas of its own. you don't see the neighbour who startled them into leaving seconds after i earned some small portion of their trust. you don't hear the sounds that man made from the other side of a fence that keeps us from killing each other. grass brushed like a battered snare drum. the brittle bones of fallen branches snapping underfoot. all you can make out is daylight masquerading as dusk and a green mass in the bottom left corner of the frame. a hungry weed blurred into a bouquet of blinding light. i call it an accidental self_portrait. 220726 what's it to you? who go blather from