betsy raze she once met a welsh woman in a bar downtown, ditch-mouthed and drunker than her. a short shock of blonde hair made a wreath around her head. her name now gone, relegated to some dark corner in the attic of her mind. "the world is such a stupid fucking name for what we live in," the welsh woman said. "we can do better than that. it should have a person's name. we should treat the world like a child. call it betsy. what do you think?" she said she thought she was looking at the most beautiful girl in all of betsy. and though their lips never touched, she could have sworn they kissed just long enough to forget themselves for one heated moment. 230402 what's it to you? who go blather from