days_of_being_wild raze they say what's killing you is surging through your veins. you know better. it's the meal you ate alone this morning in a dimly-lit diner. you don't feel like someone who's about to die. you just feel hot and nauseous. maybe you're in love. the tag tacked onto an unworn t-shirt triggers a memory that isn't mine, and for a moment my grandfather's ghost is with us in the unsettled stomach of a static train. we rise and balance on the blades of our feet, two boned birds learning to glide without the gift of flight. a white-haired woman watches us take our first steps. she keeps her contour feathers hidden so the world won't see what she used to be. 250107 what's it to you? who go blather from