terminal raze is this what you would look like now? hair pulled back but fighting to break free, suspended in a state of perpetual freefall. dispirited white dress shirt to match the expression on your face. long black skirt. an interminable date with an instant teller. the machine you choose is the one i always go for. the option on your left. it plays music. a bit of soulless digital chirping before it spits your bank card back out. that's new. you spend an eternity touching silver squares with black eyes. we look at each other long enough to know we're strangers. we would be anyway. time has torn away what we were and left raw pink flesh in its wake. you pack the paper you've pulled from the mouth of the terminal into your pocket and go. a glass door catches your reflection. lets me watch you walk away. freezing your frail form in a place you couldn't be. a specter. a sad sigh. then nothing. 230602 what's it to you? who go blather from