meld raze the teacher separates us when i ask to see your ventriloquist act. we're the only puppets here. i copy what our careless caretaker has mapped out on the blackboard, carving curved lines into unmarked paper until i lose the plot. until a house becomes a castle belted by water. what beast would brood in such a place? it must be me. i have the face of a werewolf, the voice of a vampire, and enough bread to feed the dead and all their still-living relatives for a good long while. i reach through the window i like best, trace a table, set it for two, and wait for you to sketch yourself into the scene so we might meet and meld in the realm of the unreal. 260718 what's it to you? who go blather from