bell raze important words have gone missing or been misplaced. there's ugliness disguised as irreverence in his email address. he seems to know me. i can't find his history in mine. only a folder holding five pictures that repeat. "i have absolutely been gone," he says. "you have too." he wants me to admit to carrying the pride he thinks i've tried to push away. says he's always appreciated the room i leave for others. but there's no space here for him. even if the light afforded by next summer's sun makes clear what's gone dark in the dull din of winter, his name won't ring a bell that has no clapper in its cup. 230107 what's it to you? who go blather from