call_and_response werewolf you make a joke, a subtle argument. we talk for hours on the phone. often we aren't really talking to each other, but phantoms from our days, from our past, doubts we have to deny or confirm. you see your father in my smirk, you know it's condescending, i see unacceptable rejection in your laughter, a disappointed mother. but sometimes, we go to speak, and say the same word. and it is as if we are holding an infant. 031111 ... jane rollerskate 031111 what's it to you? who go blather from