taste_test raze he spoons some dark confection onto my tongue. behind me, her mother spills all but a few drops of my tea after it's steeped to a perfect golden glow. there are no leaves left to brew a second stew. just the kind of detritus you'd find at the bottom of a spent bag of pot. stuff you wouldn't smoke unless you were desperate. and even then, the only buzz you'd feel would be in your throat. i scour the city for another honeyed hymn. my only company a grey and white mutt that wants to tear me apart. i hammer him with my fists, beating the beast from his brain until he whines and folds in the middle of the street. something in his dumbstruck face makes me want to care for him. i lay him down in a car i can't drive. he bares his teeth. cleaned yesterday, and already they're filthy again. it doesn't matter how hard you bite into what you think is yours. in time it'll all be taken away. the flavour is the last thing to fade. so guard it well. 230401 what's it to you? who go blather from