choked raze she kisses her baffled mother in bed before leaving home to feel her way through another false dawn. rollers in the hair of the woman who whipped her into this world against her will. every man she makes love to is a wall where a window should be. then a bearded bartender makes her feel something she doesn't have a name for. he asks what's wrong when he sees her doubled over in the aftermath. she claims she's choking on a flowering plant that calls cabbage its first cousin, though the only thing caught in her throat is a word she won't speak. on a screen swarming with self-lit pixels, a threadbare thespian lisps his way through a song that could serve as the soundtrack for this moment if anyone was in the room to hear it. 251005 what's it to you? who go blather from