old_yeller raze i watched that black mouth cur die out of frame in the house of a woman who told me god was watching every move i made. once, she caught me staring at the ghost of myself in china cabinet glass. she said my maker hated me for loving the body he gave me. "old yeller got the gravies," i cried, conflating hydrophobia with the sweat of slow-cooked meat, my child's mind broken by its first lesson in loss. 240625 what's it to you? who go blather from