plywood raze and so the man came and did what he was told to do by the man he works for after that man was asked for a favour he couldn't refuse. he measured the window. he left. he built a frame of wood veneer, layered and held together with glue. it looked something like a christian cross, if christ were a martyr made without arms. he came back and secured it so it wouldn't be torn loose by wind the way the supposed soundproofing material that sat there before it was. he paused to shove that gutless green gauze back into the fixture's ever-open mouth. because even something that fails to do its duty deserves a home. i thanked him. he smiled and called me buddy. then he left. now i wait to learn if the barricade will buy me some small measure of peace, or if it was all for nothing. 240113 what's it to you? who go blather from