gladmouth raze the men i hate and the animals that mean the most to me keep locking horns in my nightmares and sad-eyed prayers. a dog is healed after a sharp fall by the touch of a waterfowl. the woman who carried me in her womb for the better part of a year but never learned to love me lays bare what she's baked — her bounty laced with nicotine, nutmeg, and cloves. the pastry's so simple, she says. eyes in the sky all day. 230606 what's it to you? who go blather from