intimidation raze the man who lives behind me only whistles when he's trying to make me feel small. he stands on a stool to lengthen his legs and peers into my back yard. he tries to stare me down. when the attempt at intimidation fails, he whips an empty blue garbage bin at the fence, scaring off the only friend the day has seen fit to send my way. satisfied, he spends the next few hours mowing the same strip of grass a million times, his face erased by the bland barrier of a white baseball cap. when there's nothing left to destroy, he extracts invisible insects from his swimming pool while his daughter watches from the other side of a dirty window. she presses the palm of one pale hand to glass almost too hot to touch. this is what passes for a wave these_days. 250628 what's it to you? who go blather from