venison raze from far enough away, crabgrass jutting out of cracked concrete can be a bird waiting to be born. a scattering of stones might be remade as a blister pack of pills torn open and given to the ground. luckless clover becomes a tepid meal for tired eyes. shadows shift and show you shapes you can only compare to people you've known and wished not to know. you can see your whole life in the veins and venison of a landlocked leaf. then watch it leave you, carried on the breath of the gutless god who brought you here and stripped you of everything you thought you were. 251115 what's it to you? who go blather from