grassy raze you weave through wounded weeds, dropping fistfuls of grass on top of existing grass, thinking this might make what's already grown grow grassier still. you get down on your hands and knees. move a few leaves around. you don't like the way they're looking at you. you stomp on bewildered squares of sod that have no soil to seep into, doing all you can to will this threadbare plan into paying off. you clear your throat and scowl at your phone when it screams. you water the patchwork pastureland with your garden hose, knowing rain is on the way. you don't trust nature to do what you're unable to. you walk back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. you do this all morning and into the afternoon. 250528 what's it to you? who go blather from