damascus_goat ovenbird In 2008 you won first place in a goat beauty contest. Which really goes to show…there is nothing that isn’t beautiful in someone’s eyes. Someone looked at you with your nose crashing into your upper lip and your underbite and your sawn off ears. With the flesh pulled away from your teeth and your skull like a caved in basketball. With your wild eyes peering out from wrinkled folds and your tongue hanging loose. Someone looked at you, a creature that was surely pieced together from the melted down scraps of hell’s own hounds, and said “this is the most beautiful goat in the world!” And for a day you were crowned with marigolds and paraded through the streets. For a day you were loved. We’re all waiting for our turn to find a cube of sugar on our tongues and a sash draped over our shoulders. We’re all waiting for the one who looks upon our sunburned flesh that runs away from our bones and says, “you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 260606 what's it to you? who go blather from