dream_letter raze a book bound in cardboard with a sewn spine. black inkjet loops and knots. my doctor's words. "dearest johnny," he begins. his scottish brogue a bruise on my broken brain. "i would really love to write you a letter, but i'm afraid it would be trimmed to the rim, with nothing inside." i turn the page. he goes on: "so instead, let me find my mind." i can only guess at what he has or hasn't found. there's a letter from you here too. it came in the mail today. i don't know what it says. 260930 ... nr raze, when i saw your name here, i thought this would be about the song. but tim buckley and i will allow this. we will also both likely wonder if the letter-writer found his mind. 261001 ... raze ha! i appreciate that (and you). please tell tim i love him and wish he would come back to life. 261001 what's it to you? who go blather from