goose raze two candy canes hung from the hood of a jeep painted a shade of green that hurt to look at. on a day cold enough to turn breath to smoke, the driver sat in the parking lot with her windows down and texted. her passenger was a goose. he started honking. wondering, i'm sure, what the point was in leaving the house if this was all she wanted to do. "okay, okay," she said. her gaze never left her phone. the goose looked at me, and with his amber eyes he cried, "what the fuck is this shit?" 221211 what's it to you? who go blather from