contrast raze cold hands. warm feet. some days it works the other way. a face that scowls while all the parts no one gets to see are upturned. a mind that visits other countries while you're lying flat on your back. angry words set against bright chords. dirty things with pretty smells. a four-letter word that might get you fired if the wrong person heard you say it at the wrong time, but to the right ears, in the right context, it's the purest expression of love. when language breaks down and all we have to sustain us are murmurs and ululations, we'll still find ways to make ourselves understood. the cruelest sounds we create will say the sweetest things. 220216 what's it to you? who go blather from