insides raze i gathered my guts and gave them to the wind, wicked as it's wont to be — watched cecum sag and small intestine trip over unabsorbed nutrients while the whole mess was forced to feel what flying is. there are so many birds asleep in us, set to stir and wave their winged wands when the singing of their siblings ceases. here, then, is something that's sailed from my house to yours: a medley of what makes me brave enough to go on breathing in the grim face of fear, unbridled and bereft of grace. 260526 what's it to you? who go blather from