mirrored raze he waves from his little blue wagon. he's a western meadow in training. it'll be a while before he learns to speak, and his face still hasn't worked out what a smile is supposed to be, but he's trying. his mother was named for the greek goddess of wisdom and warfare. in the winter she wore a leopard print coat. now she wears a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off. we talk about the weather, because that's what you do when you're friendly strangers who are learning each other's names for the first time. she says the sun is the source of all her strength, but she shields her eyes from its slow dazzle with mirrored shades. i used to wear sunglasses like hers, until i let the prescription lapse. now i stare into the silver side to find a truer version of my face than any traditional mirror will let me see. 220512 what's it to you? who go blather from