Things Spoken

poetry

They found the dialogue
engaging,
and especially from
half a dining room away.

Words carried on lips but
twisted on fingers
with that
BODY LANGUAGE
waltzing in the candle-
light

And in all the spit and
sputum I
found no cause to fear,
for my blades are kept
sharp
and my tongue just as well
and for just such an
occasion
as eviscerating our dinner
‘guests’

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