Flirting: Or How I Learned to Tantalize My Words

Flirting: Or How I Learned to Tantalize My Words

I fell into a sewer. I pulled the manhole cover over my head because the light stung like lemon juice. Underground, I learned of the labyrinth of filth and the kingdom of rodents. I stomped through crystal streams of muck, not slowing to a single splash of slime. When the rats and green tine of the underworld grew dim, I climbed out and faced the new world. Like lemon juice, I felt clean and fresh and new and profound and unique. I felt beautiful because the world watched me like arson-provoked fire, and I felt on fire. I learned how to tantalize my words and swing my hips like a pendulum. I could send confetti out of my fingertips and surprise any man I wanted. I was never sure if their surprise was from an avalanche of color or my general stunning appearance, but I was reborn into this world, bestowed with the knowledge of flirting.