rolled raze i'll write you a letter left-handed. to prove i could if i had to. that's the hand i used to open the kitchen cupboard when i was looking for a glass and you were going on about money this and money that. i really laid into you. reminded you how you stole what was meant to be mine. you pissed it away on nothing and lied your way into believing that was a life. you didn't cry. you looked like you might. that was what told me it was real. your tears were always something you wrung out of yourself when guilt was on the menu. the man you married when no one else would stood between us. he threw daggers at me with his eyes. all they struck was air. the two of you drove me home in a car shaped like a golf cart. we were almost there when i saw someone who needed me more than you ever would. so i rolled away. you will too someday. 221017 what's it to you? who go blather from