chalk raze there's a_question_without_a_question_mark written on the chalkboard in calcium carbonate siphoned from the skeletons of single-celled sea creatures. something about a book he's supposed to be reading. something about a snake or a feathered scarf. something that means nothing to him. he moves from the front of the room to the back so he can sit beside the only person he wants to be close to. everything she's written down is a poem or a prayer only she can decode. some other day, inside the brick and mortar location of a bookstore chain he hasn't visited in years, she'll film a video about cowboys and best cat friends. he'll know without being told that she's thinking of him when she's talking to the camera, though he won't be able to work out if he's a horseman or a four-footed carnivore. she'll ask him if he's the kind of person whose anxiety fades when he has a partner to focus on. he won't have an answer. 240511 what's it to you? who go blather from