committed raze the two men in the music video we're watching are wearing wigs and bald caps, pretending to be different people. my sister sees the dried blood on my face. i try to wash it off and end up flooding the basement. my mother steps around the rivers i've made and sits down to watch tv with me. the name of a family film scrolls sideways across the screen in yellow letters. it's called "just get on mom's bus". i keep seeing it as "don't be an asshole". i don't know how one thing turns into another. she has me committed against my will to a sleep clinic. the doctor must be twice my age. he picks me up like a child and locks my legs in place so i can't move. he lets me put my shoes on. i tell him he isn't going to get any useful information out of me. i know i won't sleep at all on a bed my body doesn't trust, with sensors stuck to my skin. i ask to use the bathroom and sneak out through the back door. i steal a red bicycle with one working pedal. i let my weight move the wheels and head straight for the woods. "i'm not an experiment," i say. "i'm a person." there's no one here to hear me. 250310 what's it to you? who go blather from