Guillermo Whispered
surprisingly good British- had transformed the fox
- across the blue waves
- as always in ritual
- the tickle of his mustache
- it’s the city of victims now
Guillermo whispered in my ear, “It’s the city of victims now,” in a surprisingly good British accent. The tickle of his mustache awakened those shuddering desires that once before had transformed the fox into a tiger.
He spoke in gloom, of a distant perished land across the blue waves. But as always in ritual, the weight of feeling is kept askew and doesn’t become a burden.
He touched my shoulder and left me to shudder alone.