<lesh's "obscene caller"> 2002-11-25.3:28 p.m. Obscene Caller Jenniffer Lesh He had these strange hooded eyes, a peculiar shade of yellow, that flicked over her impassively, although the corners of his mouth turned up, almost a smile. And his Italian suits were cheapened by the slick gunmetal gleam of the fabric he loved best. Or so she imagined, having never seen him. He'd often call her late at night, and the rasp of his voice paralyzed her for long moments so that she lay on her back in the green carpet, giving her tender belly up to the sun which was the ceiling lamp, her muscles seizing helplessly, as his voice wound circles about her, that voice in the back of his throat rasping softly, like the coldest of skins you must touch finally, expecting slime but finding silk. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad