chickweed raze you find faces_in_unexpected_places. where earwigs and aphids have eaten into the flesh of lower leaves threaded through a latticework of thin metal limbs, two vacant eyes dot the blade of one flame-shaped frond. torn tissue of some smaller sibling serves as a temporary tattoo on the cheek of this verdant visage. its vein a nose bereft of breath. its mouth a more meaningful absence. unbolted, askew, it longs to speak but lacks a throat through which its words would thrum and thicken, if_only it was more than a beautiful mistake that never asked to be born. 250831 what's it to you? who go blather from