GIN & TONIC

 

At first,

She thought

His voice

Lyrical,

Amusing,

Intellectual,

Musical—-

Driving relatively

To the point,

Or,

A point.

Then,

She noticed

The staccato speed

At which,

His noise

Filled the room—-

The way his hands,

 Bent strangely

In,

And waved about

In agitated motion.

“The size of them!”

She thought,

Against her generous will.

“So, tiny.”

“Child-like,”

“On that big man.”

Suddenly,

Revulsion rose

And,

She envisioned

Bound feet,

Jerusalem crickets,

Slugs,

Or,

Earthworms fried on hot asphalt.

“It must be the gin and tonic,”

She said,

As she made her excuses

And,

Went to bed.


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