kits raze there's a childhood scene i must have dreamed. but i know it was real. i walked the long and winding gravel path. i let my legs lead me west. there were three squirrel kits in a cavity den low enough for my fingers to find. we played together. they let me touch them. i wanted to take them home with me, but the only home i knew was in another city. the mother of a man who would haunt my dreams for thirty years lectured me about disease and spat on my joy until it tucked tail and hid itself somewhere she couldn't see. it seems impossible now. they should have been deaf and blind and terrified. could be i caught them the day they opened their eyes, and i was the first thing they saw. i think we loved one another before we even knew what we were looking at. 231008 what's it to you? who go blather from