we_miss_so_much raze she smokes out blades of new grass cloistered between cracks in the paved path that leads to a house neither one of us will ever set foot in. what the people who live there kill each week with boiling water and salt is as fine a meal as any she's had. they pull into the driveway and drag the mesh bags that carry their souls inside. the unlikeliest of lives brushes up against theirs, and they don't even know she's there. 220905 what's it to you? who go blather from