Sunday, April 24, 2005

Teeth

Boyle looked at his knuckles, opening and closing his hands.

That little guy on the other side of the counter would go down in a second under these hands, thought Boyle. He could feel it, see it, the weasel's teeth biting into the skin on his knuckles, then giving way like bowling pins, like marbles, like pearls around a woman's neck, the bones around his eye giving, going soft. He knew how it felt to deliver a punch to the kidneys, to hear the breath foosh out of a guy, you watch a fight and it only takes a second, you can look away at your beer and it's all over but when you're in there it's hours days years the sounds coming out of his mouth with the teeth and spit, he's wound all around your feet and you're standing it's all yours, everybody knows to be afraid of you, they get out of your way when you walk away, the girls looking at you out of the sides of their eyes, their cheeks pink and you're all of it, you're everything in that moment.

It was almost enough just to know it, almost enough today for Boyle as he took the deposit slip from the little guy. Give him the receipt or take a shot, dole out the cash or go, launch across the counter and into the light, no going back.

5 comments:

Daniel Heath said...

"the girls looking at you out of the sides of their eyes, their cheeks pink and you're all of it, you're everything"

you kill me, c.b. "into the light and no going back."

Geo said...

Oh, what monkeys can do. I want to read this a hundred times.

jay said...

Damn, what the hell? How did you monkey-types get so good? I gotta get me some kind of ape identity. You got the ape cartoon thing going, Monkey0's got the name...
Fuck - all I got is the ape smell.

Joseph K said...

Wonderful read.

Daniel Heath said...

you just keep looking through that back yard of yours, jay. you've got to have some monkey stuff back there somewhere. probably a zombie-looking monkey that's been put through a boat propeller at one time or another, but hey, that just gives it street cred.