Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

December 4, 2010

Post-ballgag hyperlexia

Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 9:00 am

I stamp out his whippings like a pony. Flick: stomp. Flick: stomp, stomp. Afterward, tear-stained and distraught, I fetch him a drink. The bargirl, refilling my brother’s champage, gently wipes my face with a paper napkin.

May I? And the gem-eyed lady brushes hair out of my sticky face, strand by strand so gently.

With your words stripped away you don’t have any power left, do you? asks my brother. Forefinger & thumb held a centimetre apart, I gesture: a little. My brother’s angry I’ve contradicted him, but the lady laughs – It shows she has spirit.

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