board raze there are too many people in the checkout line. i have to make myself so small to slip past them without being seen. when we're alone_together, your lips find mine. you don't seem to know why. i write my phone number on a whiteboard. the digits fade like brave sins etched in wet sand. i find a piece of paper and try again. i think my name is billy. i write down robert. i don't even know who i am anymore. my email address becomes a sloppy circle, becomes a sketch of my face, becomes another thing to throw away. give me your words, and i'll give you mine, and we'll scar the server with four_letter_lies. 240723 what's it to you? who go blather from