‘L’Esprit de l’Escalier’ by Fiona Larkin

L’Esprit de l’Escalier I’m virtually bilingual. My adopted tongue’s l’esprit de l’escalier, belated repartee. My adopted tongue’s effortlessly en retard, belated repartee spins a fluent ghost. Effortlessly en retard, my next riposte’s a wraith, another fluent ghost, she whispers down the hall. My next riposte’s a wraith, she twirls around the newel, she whispers down the hall and flicks her phantom cloak. She twirls around … Continue reading ‘L’Esprit de l’Escalier’ by Fiona Larkin