baffled raze she asked me the same question she was always asking in one way or another every time we talked on the phone, only this time she got to say the words to my face. "hey. are you ever coming back home?" "i'm home now," i said. her lips were two smooth slivers of peach. i didn't want to kiss them. i wanted to test each tiny groove with my tongue. to know what they tasted like. "what kind of lipstick are you wearing?" i asked her. "flower," she said. "what kind of flower are you?" she didn't have an answer. who would? 230710 what's it to you? who go blather from