double_sided_tape raze he straightens two long strips of the stuff on the piano lid, transparent lines like roads leading nowhere, and finds they aren't willing to hold onto anything anymore. play something for me, he says. i smile and back away, saying how when when someone puts me on the spot like that, every song i've ever written or learned or pieced together part of runs away from me. i don't know why this paints a moving picture in my mind of high_school jam sessions at anna's house, but i watch the silent film and see myself recede into the background, a piece of living furniture with a hunk of resonant wood cradled in my hands the way i wish someone would hold me. 240803 what's it to you? who go blather from