spine raze my dad went to see a psychic before i was born. he didn't believe in any of that stuff, but he was curious. the woman told him two things. the first thing she said was, "you're going to walk into a government building." he worked in a government building. (lucky guess, he thought.) the second thing she said was, "trouble is coming from behind." (that could mean anything, he thought.) later that afternoon, he was stopped at a red light. my mother was in the passenger seat. i was six or seven months strong in her womb. a driver who wasn't paying attention slammed into them from behind. he hit them so hard, both the bucket seats broke. the car was totalled. all three of us could have been killed. but we weren't. my spine grew crooked until i made it straight again. growing up, i was always slouching. i used to think it was a bad habit. now i think all the bones in my back were responding to something that happened before i could breathe on my own, shifting into a late state of readiness to shield themselves from whatever other trouble they might find. 210912 what's it to you? who go blather from