Familiarity saw Palmetto

[Keith McMullen]

>>>But Van's palm is no symbol of the spirit's victory,
it is flesh burning. She sits on his palm of fire.
Open palms, puckers of paradise.<<<

He staggered to his feet to take between his wax-pale palms Iris's hand and
stare at her with blue bleary eyes for at least five seconds (a little
eternity, socially) in a kind of ritual silence, after which he embraced me
with a slow triple cross-kiss in the awful Russian tradition. LOOK AT THE
HARLEQUINS!