She taught me to roll my Rs. Annie said
Pratiquez! holding my fingertips against her throat, so I could feel how the sound should be made.
Then my turn came, and she pinched the skin of my Adam's apple lightly, so she could feel—
Rrrrr!—where I placed the sound.
Oui, c'est la!Each rep lovingly wrapped with a tiny coughed
rrr of saliva: A hawkling in the back in my throat.
Before our regular 4:00, before homing to a call box near her location to confirm with her agency at ten minutes 'til, I'd wander the streets of the Plateau. feeling the
luft of the air, tasting the hues of the row houses, saturated in the sweet light of the onrushing dusk: brick red, blue trim, black iron
balcons: Practicing rolling my Rs.
Round every corner, fresh pleasure.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 5/08/2004 07:48:00 PM
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