plush raze draw a straight line from his house to mine and watch him walk that path until his feet are balled-up fists on my front lawn. he'll shape burnt grass into a sculpture of what he's seen. three rats of various vintages digging for gold. he'll hose the ground with hoisin and gather the ghosts of what he's killed when the sun stands up. on the porch he'll point to a plush lion perched on the railing. something he's made with his own hands. a gift. he'll say he can sense me doubting my next move. he can see i'm halfway inside my own heart. he'll darken the distance between us and whisper: go all the way in. 250818 what's it to you? who go blather from