backyard
raze
i
count
twenty
-six paces
from
the
back
door
to
the
end
of
the
green
throw
rug
i
like
to
pretend
is
mine
.
another
twenty
-four
from
one_side
of
the
fence
to
the
other
.
what
i'm
standing
inside
of
isn't
a
box
.
but
it's
close
.
there's
a
grey
stone
i
haven't
seen
before
.
the
ground
beneath
my
bare
feet
is
so
much
stiffer
than
i
thought
it
would
be
.
so
uneven.
i
see
what
looks
like
a
feather
that's
fallen
from
a
blackened
bird
.
i
pick
it
up
.
it
breaks
apart
and
smears
my
skin
with
soot.
a
leaf
of
ash
where
no
fire
has
been
.
220622
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from