and_go_on_singing raze here is how it will be. the woman will be standing beside her sad-eyed van. its mouth will fall open and yawn, revealing a tongue of torn sweaters and jeans and sleeping bags. the woman will strap a baby to her chest. the child won't cry. a little girl with white glasses will sway in the parking lot and sing a song she wrote herself. these will be the words: we got no money. wee. wee. we got no money. wee. wee. "come here," the woman will say to her dancing daughter. the girl won't listen. the woman will say, "can you hear me?" the little girl will say, "yes," and go on singing. 241009 what's it to you? who go blather from