lipreading raze two teenage girls were walking down kildare, stranded in that liminal space where the road slims down and sidewalk ceases to exist. one of them was dressed in layers of black. the other was wearing a sundress on a day when it was at least twenty degrees too cold to leave home without a coat. the substance of their conversation was lost to me. all i got was one word. i saw it leave the lips of the girl who wasn't dressed for the weather. she put her whole body into it. "um." it made me want to know what lived on either side of that long, sad single-syllable sigh. 230421 what's it to you? who go blather from