by Matt DeBenedictis
Talking Heads hummed.
The room grooved with the up and down voice of Byrne.
He thinks. She hums. Tongue. Tongue. Finger. Repeat. Rotate.
Her skin rose delighted, transforming to colors still blind to a man.
A towel and a shared glass of water before they return.
She finds the keg.
He heads to roof smokes in hand.
“Was it worth it?”
“Will anything change?”
Matt DeBenedictis has work featured in places like Lamination Colony, decomP, and Dogzplot. He is the author of the chapbook Congratulations! There's No Last Place if Everyone is Dead. This week Matt returned two phone calls; a record as he is a shy crouching voice through the line. He blogs at wordsforguns.