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Originally Posted by Jim Moonan
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Jam
I told her again: Don’t lick the knife.
But I’m always too late.
“Too late!” she grins, snaking her tongue
between her lips to chase the last sweet smear.
“One of these days,” I warn, “you’ll taste blood.”
She shrugs, gives it one last languid swipe—
slow and theatrical.
Then, like nothing at all,
she tosses the blade in the sink,
wipes her mouth with the back of her hand,
and says,
“We’re out of blueberry jam.
Pick some up, will you?”
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Enjoyed this Jim. It plays at the edges, but doesn't cross the border to outright confrontation. The goading, defiance and disregard are neatly translated in the non-verbal theatre. A theatre of liberation that outplays the partner's attempt at control/commonsense. The sensuality plays against the impotence.
The second section is louder, certainly not nuanced, but does give emphasis to the contempt.
Phil