unannounced raze that time she showed up without telling you she was coming. the sweater she swaddled herself in. pink like a bleeding heart. glasses. hair pulled back. no makeup. the way she acted like you were still something more than nothing to each other. how you played along. the footage you shot of the two of you together in the basement. close enough to touch but not touching on a couch that knew the burden of your body better than it knew hers. the grain in low light. subtitles burned into the bottom of the screen. yellow words to match the movement of your mouths. the way you introduced her to the twelfth fader on your sixteen-track mixer after she accused you of being an inattentive host. the knowledge that none of this happened, real as it seems to you now. 261012 what's it to you? who go blather from