out_of_print raze so she wrote a book of her own. it wasn't a response to his broken memoir with her in it. it was the book of her life without him. about the size of a cd booklet. light brown cover. artfully blurred photographs placed between the prose. it was out of print and impossible to find. touched by my interest in her work, she burned the words into my palms and reshaped my bronze nails into rapiers. armed with the only weapons i would ever need, i stood outside her house and read myself to learn what made her tick. 230727 what's it to you? who go blather from