foliage raze here is a leaf the wind wanted me to have — offspring of an aspen tree, jaundiced and thin- skinned, with six puncture wounds to serve as scars on its chipped chin. now it bunks with a book that's bound to break me. see how it conceals a single white word above the author's name? every title should be a living thing on its last legs. 251105 what's it to you? who go blather from