signature raze he takes his time signing his name to a test i got a middling mark on, sad-faced in the kitchen's soft light. his name is my name too, if you take away what lives in the middle. i watch him make his mark with a blue ballpoint pen. the last name sags down lower than the first. he needs lines to guide him. there are none of those here. beside the final letter, he draws a long blue arrow. the shaft is straight and true. the head is harder work. it takes him a long time to form the face that points to the place where he'll ink an explanation. he's never been the one to witness these things before. he keeps scribbling over the point to make it thicker. duller. less what he wants it to be. he asks me what kind of deadline we're working with. i tell him there's no rush. he never turns to face me. i'm not really here anyway. 230408 what's it to you? who go blather from