braided raze you don't show up in my dreams that much, but i saw you in one the other night. your hair was smooth and soft. the same way it is when i'm not sleeping and you're doing whatever you do now. the last time i touched you was before you cut off the dreads you spent half your life growing out. so many octopus legs in the bathroom sink. my fingers remember rope. you were talking about how you needed other people to drive you places. one of those people was your best friend. the woman you used to tell me you hated. the one who poisoned every good feeling you had about anything. you just couldn't cut the cord. you looked at me and your eyes said something sad about how you hoped i'd be the one to drive you wherever you needed to go next. but i couldn't be your chauffeur even if i wanted to. i never learned to drive. 220514 what's it to you? who go blather from