interchange tender_square the day was bright-blue sunny. he and i were driving down the highway together in an invisible vehicle. we were seated as if supported and i steered without a wheel in my hands, leading us. i took an exit ramp fast and we slipped down it like a slide through an interchange of curving ramps and roads. the lanes were empty in all directions. we were high above a metropolis in ruins, tall buildings boarded and abandoned, concrete and industry surrounding on all sides. last night, he called and said he was trying not to break down on the sidewalk, he was sorry, he'd been having a hard time, he wished he hadn't snapped at me days prior. i've been idling in anger over so many lost conversations. the divorce websites say i wouldn't feel this way if the relationship hadn't meant something to me. he wants to unpack why i'm perturbed. in my dream, we stopped under the shadows of overpasses and tried to hop a tall, chain-link fence in front of a group of tough guys doing tough-guy shit. the courthouse looms for us both tomorrow; we can see through to the other side, but we have to climb first. 230522 what's it to you? who go blather from