if_things_were_what_we_say_they_are raze a hood rat would be a rodent resting on the hinged cover that conceals the engine of your car. head cheese would be the milk of your mottled mind. moth balls would be the sperm-producing spheres asleep inside a winged insect's scrotal sac. urinal cakes would be a bladder's birthday mainstay. a walking stick would run away before you left the house. a potbelly would be a slow cooker embedded in your abdomen. a starfish would be a celestial body burning brightly at the bottom of the ocean. dogwood would bark after barking the bark of its shin on a felled family member's scuffed skin. a flea market would be paradise for flightless parasites. hitting the road would mean hurting your hand, and breaking a leg would bring you no luck at all. a wandering eye would leave its socket to get a closer look at anything it fancied. we would need a better word for love to capture all it's asked to carry when we call on it to hold the people_who_feel_like_home. 260812 what's it to you? who go blather from