where_a_body_used_to_be raze i set down an empty glass bottle and learn my legs won't let me pull them apart unless i'm moving forward. these gummed-up scissors can't cut through shit. we walk through the door at the same time. late for art class. we could sit together. we don't. i ask ashley if there's a prompt or something i missed. i don't know what i'm expected to draw. "it's ten o'clock at night," she whispers. "and it's freezing cold." that's all i need to hear. i start sketching. black pine needles with sturdy trunks on lined paper. the student to my left is doing the same thing. i ditch the trees and draw the outline of a couch. i place myself on it. i don't have a face. just hair and some clothes with nothing to fill them. i am an absence where a body used to be. 240701 what's it to you? who go blather from