conjoined raze he didn't ask to join their cause. they appropriated him. the women carried him on their shoulders and made him their mouthpiece, and he shouted what he thought they'd want him to say. an itinerant musical act was what they became. they were a six-legged octopus. a trio of duplicates that in motion resembled a tapestry of dancing snakes. they sang a song about jesus. jesus' name was gerry. he acquitted himself well for not knowing the words, but he should have been singing in double-time. the leader of the pack smiled. she told him what he was doing wrong. "you'll figure it out," she said. he didn't have a choice. he was on the road with women who'd been staying at a different hotel than him. 131013 what's it to you? who go blather from