secondhand raze he winds up to hit you in the face. it's something you've said that's set him off. he holds himself back. pounds on the kitchen counter and the cupboards instead of you. he cracks when he's calm. you rest one hand on his back but won't embrace him while he weeps. he sits on your sister's bed. plays minor chords on a secondhand accordion. you weave a wordless melody with a voice you didn't get from him. you've left the front_door ajar. the house is teeming with ants and aphids. they dance to the music you make with a man you'll fear until the day you die. 260826 what's it to you? who go blather from