moving_pictures raze an abandoned paper plate is a bent frisbee aged past the point of easy flight. a half-eaten hot dog rests on a picnic table. another lies on the ground, insensate and bleeding from the mouth. i pluck a strand of silk from my forearm, passing a stone tablet that aims to honour a woman who loved children. wood chips form a bed of camouflage for a tiny toad who only stirs when spoken to. a single slipper sock emulates a dead bird. graffiti on a metal beam depicts three stick figures dancing with their heads on fire. a spotlight's power cord is an iv snaking through the skin of an ailing tree. a kicked twig sings just like a hollow pipe would. a plush pig with no eyes and a dirty snout pouts on top of a blue box. i'll take him home and call him lonely. on the other side of the parking strip, clumsy cricketers press their chests together and scream the word for what i spend every day of my life trying not to do: break. 230611 what's it to you? who go blather from