sincere raze he meets her at the mall and writes a list of everything he loves about her. his pen is his tongue. his ink is his spit. his paper is the stale air it hits. your beautiful beard, he says. but she has no beard. the blue gelatin that covers your hands, he says. but her hands are dry. your sly smile, he says. but she doesn't smile. she sits in her wheelchair and drills two holes into his chin with her eyes. new mouths. toothless and sincere. and out of them comes all he isn't willing or able to say. 241001 what's it to you? who go blather from