Litlets

August 27, 2006

The Gift of Tongues

Filed under: Litlets,Prose — crcb @ 3:09 am

Red tops and ties spattered the rippling pond of black skirts, black trousers, black shoes. Small fists of wine clenched in goblets. Innocuous jazz bobbed on the murmurs, dipped, disappeared, rose again. What were they saying to one another? They were having the same conversations as cicadas and frogs, gorillas and dogs: Here are my teeth, Here’s my throat, Here I am, Watch out, Let’s do it.

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