pillar_to_post raze on one tall stanchion of the balustrade, someone wrote in cerulean sidewalk chalk, "love you, ryker," their letters so large each word needed its own segment of free-floating space. the message stood untouched until yesterday, when a different dominant hand impaled "you" with three uneven horizontal lines and replaced it with "farts", using gold gypsum to blot out the blue. i wanted to scrub the stone with my spit-covered palms until the mutilated monument was a mess of blood and blistered skin. here, i would have said. try and deface this kind of love. but i hid my hands in my pockets and went on walking. 220619 what's it to you? who go blather from