soaked_to_the_skin blueberries for you i walked into the morning, up the hill to where last night's fire still smoldered, hissing now from the heavy mist falling. wasps already gathered around the drinks left behind, stumbling drunk, drowning in cups of sweet memory, others knocked about by the rain starting to fall. and i let it soak me to the skin as if it was the cleansing i needed for what i said to you last night over the wires, what i did to you for the past year. for if you lay somewhere in a borrowed bed, it is nightmares you dream. and they are of me. but this morning i have become changed. and it must start somewhere. ...marie 010720 what's it to you? who go blather from