wreath raze if a wind strong enough to call itself the wrath of god blew my house in, the broken mess of me might land right around the place you're sleeping now. i wonder if you dream. maybe that's all dying is. one long dream with no beginning and no end. a river of our past and future selves. the sweetest way to drown with our eyes wide open. long limbs let me reach beneath a cast iron cooking grate time has turned to oxide. i set a ring of leaves and stems and seed-bearing cones on top of the dirt that covers the box you've made your last bed. a gift from someone you never knew, who cared enough to mark your grave with something beautiful. now a thin film that's too bright to be sunlight shimmers on my fingertips. and nothing will wash it away. 221028 what's it to you? who go blather from