***
(...)
Enticing gossip.
Garnish on the lunch.
{who's not here?
thank heavens, not us!}
Spaghetti
sentences
twirled
at the end of a fork
manageable morsels
dripping tomato
sauce.
Leviathan cravings growl words slice
knifing into plaster silhouettes
cut shred
this, you can't eat
sitting up straight
{are we all with us?}
Let's huddle.
Cold air whistles soundless between teeth,
wine glasses in the grip of oily fingertips,
the dark red tint eyes in dim corner light.
***
Who doesn't like a bit of good gossip? But much like lying, if you do a lot of it, you gonna have to do a lot of needless remembering.. of who you told what to and what you not to say in front of whom. It must be human to love making things complicated.
