hull raze every animal i save from certain death impales itself on the bones of one of the less fortunate few. shock of marrow through meat and wide eyes wet with leaving. the boy's name is something like the sigh of a throat too timid or tired to be cleared. his father won't let him keep the stray dog he loves. small terrier. snowy sternum. brown around the eyes. each time the dog is cast out, he finds a way back to his chosen family of one, stealing sleep from the hull of a hollowed-out home for rotted meals and the lost objects of others. there are worse places to be, he thinks, drifting off to the memory of a warm hand on his back. 250307 what's it to you? who go blather from