her hearing aids embarrass her, so she leaves them home.
party conversation:
baby bump rice blender. spinster mandible. pest gun.
or was it:
your rump looks very tender. i am a cannibal. best run.
a stranger’s whispered lean-in. braided cowface?
proffered teacup,
more gibberish, unintelligible, ending in elevated inflection, head tilt,
classic shape of a question.
ever polite, she says yes
to the covenant of the binding oral contract, even though she’s not the cult type,
and how she finds herself with every breath cursing vanity, and vague yes.
Beautifully hilarious!