tower raze i thought it was gone at first. but it was still there. he'd moved it to the left, wresting brick and bone half his height and ten times his weight from the unforgiving ground. there was a swollen scar in the place the structure once stood. he was digging a trench where the grass went wild. talking to himself. working through what he wanted to say to me. there was plastic on top of glass and soil good enough to eat. i saw him. he didn't see me. i sketched a dark free-floating face on a piece of paper. i told my father my days were numbered. he screamed a warning to the man who thought he ran our lives, scaring a dog that wouldn't sit into doing his owner's bidding for once. i asked him what i was supposed to do now. "what you've always done," he said. so i took hold of what was mine and found i could move a mountain just as well as anyone. 230104 what's it to you? who go blather from