scrap raze nothing wanted to come out of its tree today. so i crawled out of mine first. i walked into the backyard with bare feet and felt the tickle of perennial ryegrass between my toes. small purple flowers stood stooped in the fulcrum of all that green. to the man who owns this house, they're weeds. every year he chokes them with something toxic. it doesn't matter how many times he kills them. they keep coming back. a shattered piece of porous clay cowered behind a broken door. at the bottom of the fence that separates my neighbour's property from mine, i saw what looked like a thin fragment of flint. it was a prismatic piece of hardened roof shingle. fiber and filler studded with tiny grey and brown stones. i picked it up and made it mine. now something that fell from the roof of a house i'll never step inside is napping next to me. where you see garbage, i see amulets. 220511 what's it to you? who go blather from