rap raze she keeps her secrets nestled between the strong arms of a thick blue book. she's left it on a table in a library. she says it's mine if i can find it. i can only imagine how it might feel between my fingers. in a rap battle for the right to be with her, i move my feet to a beat she triggers on a keyboard no bigger than a bible, spitting rhymes about honesty and socket wrenches. her skin is wet with salt and surprise. she licks my upper lip to let me know i've won. it's the closest thing i've had to a date in years. 250123 what's it to you? who go blather from