give_me_a_sign raze time means nothing to the wild ones. there's only the perfect impermanence of now. so this is where_i_am: out in the cold. feeding the friends who found me when i needed them most. losing myself to fill up on what i need. something borrowed and blue draped around my shoulders. the tip of one long toe leaking out of a threadbare slipper. a fine film of frost wreaths the roof of a shack that holds half my childhood. when this day forks and finds its feet, the sun bites through the chill. makes it bleed something sweeter than heat. a maple seed pirouettes past my face. for a moment, i think it's the coral kiss that landed on the lower lip of the eavestrough weeks ago. my eyes tell me otherwise. no storm or act of animal intervention has been able to stir that fragment of foliage from where it wants to rest. a tiny leaf of a different vintage floats into my waning mane. amber like the hair that lined your hips. and i know the wind didn't do that. you put it there. 221009 what's it to you? who go blather from