swarmed raze the ceiling sags and spits rain_and_snow, stirring me from sleep. the man who owns the place shows up with a bucket and a hired hand. crude food for the grass. i kneel in the living room and balance my laptop on the right arm of a chair i should be sitting in. a figurine of a friend at my feet. something to hide inside my coat. all those who aren't inanimate are outside, waiting to swarm me while peanuts fall from my pocket, my mouth wet with unvoiced wagers and surprise. 241214 what's it to you? who go blather from