skein raze she has no idea you and your children and your common-law partner live on her front lawn. if she knew you were there, she'd do everything she could to kill you. i've made you the father in the narrative i've fashioned, but for all i know i've got it all wrong and you're the matriarch. you're the one i look for when i'm standing at this single-hung window. last night i caught you resting in the crook of one serpentine deciduous arm. i studied the soft map of your face. tried to find in my mind what was surging through yours. before it got dark enough to turn that glass sash into a mirror, i saw sixteen migratory birds. they flew together in a v-shape. it wasn't perfect. but nothing really worth loving ever is. 220530 what's it to you? who go blather from