I TREAD with quick steps, scoot past the CLASS, hoping they will not hear me. Though, honestly, there is probably not much chance of that; this place echoes like the cavernous VILLA that it is. So here’s hoping they are not alarmed as I practice lifting my UVULA and singing strongly and clearly. The auditions for the school musical cannot come soon enough!

Georg’ann

Thirst

Tongue thick, lips tight
with a buzzing sort of tingle
that begs for a DRINK.
With HASTE they seek wet.
Water, COCOA, GUAVA juice.
Liquid passes over, down
the throat, a rollercoaster drop.
UVULA delights in the gush.

Heather