Treasure Island

Nick Carbo


Speech Impediments


“I like dappled hats,” she said
as she lit the incendiary device.

He enjoyed her wet diphthongs
on her nape, his frequency
modulator, his frenulum.

“You must warn me,” she said
as she manipulated the milibars.

He was engulfed by the heat
of her cardamom mouth, her amplitude,
her guttural declensions.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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