blocks
raze
i
don't
think
i
hate
a
lot
of
people
.
hate
is
such
a
heavy
thing
.
it
takes
energy
i
don't
have
anymore
to
make
it
move
.
but
it's
the
right
word
for
what
i
feel
for
him
.
he
lifted
some
concrete
from
the
edifice
that
matters
most
to
me
.
he
said
he
needed
it
for
his
downspout.
the
truth
is
he
has
no
imagination
and
no
respect
for
his
tenants,
so
this
is
what
he
does
with
what
little
life
he's
got
left
.
he
invents
pointless
projects
to
pass
the
time
.
the
bulk
of
them
involve trudging
onto
the
property
we
pay
to
call
ours
unannounced
with
a
wheelbarrow
and
some
stones
,
or
a
shovel
and
some
work
gloves
.
i
spent
a
little
less
than
twenty
bucks
on
sixteen
paver blocks.
eight
inches
long
.
four
inches wide.
two
inches
deep
.
red
like
dried
blood
.
like
the
frail
face
of
an
abandoned
barn
.
like
chipped
nail
polish.
not
identical
to
the
material
that
went
missing
,
but
near
enough
to
put
my
mind
at
ease
.
i
wrote
my
name
on
the
bottom
of
each
freestanding
brick
before
laying
it
down
.
let
him
try
and
pilfer
these
.
just
let
him
fucking
try
.
240815
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from