shook raze he shook out the thick blanket he'd sat on with his wife and their dog and the few friends who could stomach his smarm, guiding it into giving up the dirt it gathered the night before, only to lay it down and fold it on the same unlined road now littered with all he didn't want the fabric to be marred by. then he tucked it under his arm and brought it back inside to sully the studied stability of what he called a life. 221012 what's it to you? who go blather from