crawlspace
raze
the
child
in
my
care
is
not
my
own
,
though
no
one
seems
to
believe
me
when
i
tell
them
we're
bound
by
a
different
kind
of
blood
.
we
need
to
get
back
to
the
room
we
were
made
in
,
where
i
once
stared
at
a
scotsman
on
a
tv
screen
.
he
sat
on
a
sound
stage
and
played
guitar
.
there
was
no
audience
to
hear
him
sing
about
what
he
needed
to
survive
.
only
a
man
standing
unseen
behind
the
camera
that
filmed
him
from
the
waist
up
.
the
aspect ratio
was
all
wrong
.
still
his
sideways
face
made
a
knot
in
my
mind
.
now
two
steel
blades
on
wooden handles
hang
from
hooks
in
a
dimly
lit
diner
.
i
hold
one
in
my
hands
and
the
wall
behind
it
opens
its
mouth
to
me
.
even
on
my
hands
and
knees
i
can't
make
it
through
a
space
that
small
.
i
tell
my
sister
to
go_ahead
without
me
.
i'll
catch
up
with
her
later
,
if
i'm
able
.
240622
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from