one_of_these_days raze i'll float a backhand slice into the gate outside a home nothing like my own, and in the field my fake father's mother once minded, a cougar will stalk me and howl. i'll throw my head back and sing along, struggling to match the pitch of a cat that could crush my skull like stolen candy, my falsetto coarse and nascent. learning we speak the same language, the tom will let me live long enough to hand you the uncut scape of a chive. you'll sink your teeth into the skinny strand of herb and flinch at the acrid aftertaste of something_wild. 240426 what's it to you? who go blather from