wilder raze i found you prone in the parking lot. i thought you were dead. or dying. broken legs. or a shattered spine. sucking wind to buy yourself time. a closer look poked holes in the awful lie distance built. you were only licking up something sweet that was spilled. i couldn't see how small you were until you straightened your spine. your mother called you home with her eyes. face wet with worry. you ran the other way, too young to understand what she knows too well. the world will break your heart a thousand times before turning muscle to stone and sinew to soup. mine is cracked in places i thought were reinforced to guard against that kind of damage. and still, i long to love the way you live, whatever toll it takes. i'm not as wild as you are now. but i will be. 221020 what's it to you? who go blather from