innocent raze someone licked lukewarm spit from the mouth of a toilet i never pay any attention to. he's here now, perched on my shoulder like a flightless bird. a man i hate wheels back what he stole while i slept and glared at a grid of pictures. sun-dried clay and aggregate repurposed as a hotel push cart. he sprays a cinder block with water and scrubs. tries to blot out the piss stains. fails. he says whenever he sees me this way he nods his head, because he understands why i feel such a fierce love for these untamed allies. they're innocent, he tells me. people will hurt you. but not them. never them. 241122 what's it to you? who go blather from