frienship ovenbird It seems that the “d” did not want to play its role in friendship today. I decide I’m okay with this. There are days when it’s a relief not to run into the hard edge of consonants in the middle of friendship. There are nights when it’s nicer to move straight from the soft warm nuance of “n” to the understated hush of “sh” without stopping at the alveolar ridge where “d” resides– a rock that scrapes knuckles and bruises knees. I’ve had the flinty heft of friendship crush each bone in my fingers on more than one occasion, so I won’t turn away from a chance at something that skips the jaw cracking pit at the core, and leans into something more yielding. 250512 what's it to you? who go blather from