bridges raze she takes in the totality of the character she played in a film she can't remember making. her silver wit. her frail smile. she doesn't recognize herself on the screen. there are too many fingers on her feet. i want to fill a book with words for her. there are two to choose from. blue_and_red. strange shapes cut off access to the margins on every page. thick lines fused together. bridges my mind can't cross. i ask which colour she prefers. she says blue. we lose each other somewhere between the stationary and the greeting cards. so many mindless platitudes that don't begin to get at what i feel for someone i'll never know. so i walk. 240611 what's it to you? who go blather from