folded raze the longer i'm alive, the more my world shrinks. there aren't many people left who could have written this note and hidden it in plain sight in my back yard. i have to lean on the central air unit with one hand and ask the other to do unspeakable things in order to fish the folded piece of paper out from a cold sea of green and grey. come to find out it isn't anything anyone wrote for me. it's a receipt that was printed by a gas station on tecumseh road the saturday before last. the wind must have brought it here. the manager was standing behind the cash register that day. a stranger spent fourteen dollars on three lottery tickets. all of them losers, i'm sure. 240222 what's it to you? who go blather from