voyeur raze address a judge as you see fit. i'll call her a queen. we're in agreement: there are no voyeurs in the wild. an owl won't announce its presence to an ant. everything watches everything else. it's the natural order of things. our thoughts are seeds on the slick floor of a freestanding bathtub. i sweep my fingers across the germ of each word to keep the speakers separate. the lukewarm water my skin takes in softens and smears the substance of what's been said until it's so much dark paste. dump it in a bowl bolted to the bathroom wall. one fistful at a time. let the drain taste what i couldn't keep safe. 241109 what's it to you? who go blather from