go_fish raze i never had a brother, but i have one now. everyone thinks he's slow. he isn't. he just says what's on his mind. the living room is a study hall, with little black tables straight out of a diner, except there's no one to take your order. he sits at one table, alone, near enough to talk to. i sit at another, not alone. i play cards with a girl who has the name of someone i knew but never knew. she's her but she isn't her. everyone falls in love with her, this her, whether they want to or not. she has invisible bunny ears. she wears glasses. she has long dark hair tied back, loose, just right. i have cards with suits and numbers. she has sheet music. this is how we play. she holds up staff notes and says "go fish", and i try to determine what card value the notes have. go fish was never like this when i was a kid. i think what she's got is worth a five. i've got a five in the three cards i've got left. so i give her the five. i tell her i've got a six i was considering letting go of instead, but i decided against it. i was boring when i wouldn't dive down thirty feet without a snorkel, but i'm not boring now. maybe this is flirting. my brother stands up and says, "she wants to get laid!" before leaving. "he doesn't have any filters," i explain. i apologize, and she cuts off my apology with a kiss, which becomes another, and another, and i hold her up to shield her from the broken window confetti an out-of-control motorcycle makes. that's love right that's love right right that's love. 141112 what's it to you? who go blather from