dye raze the cold crushes her hair, bleached and pink, dyed the colour of dreams that won't explain themselves. i dampen my socks, robbing them of their purpose. she tilts her head this way and that way, changing her face each time. all those faces are hers, but none of them are right. none of them say what she wants them to. her body shakes and i give her my coat. i've already felt the cold seep into me. there's nothing it can tell my body that hasn't already been said. she leans into me and lets me feel her move without meaning to, telling me something i haven't heard before. 210902 what's it to you? who go blather from