We played doctors and nurses all night long.
I keep finding weird toys and instruments in my pants.
Marjorie Kanter – At The Doctors
It’s a bilingual soireè of love, memories, and sensuality.
Helena Humphrey – Footnote
The language of love,
The language of lust,
They shout on the streets.
“I love you”
Once and under the sheets.
Rather the rare I love you from my English man’s lips,
Than the je t’aime that throbs from French mens’ loins.
Who usually writes through a gynaecological eye,
dropped the speculum.
Troy Yorke – “Abandoned Reflection”
Take away this busted mirror
Take away the shards of me
Pull from me the spokes of reason
I want to lay in waste
Weeping for those who spoke too soon
And crushed their heads when the windows closed.
And someone is leaving Paris:
I am not not good at goodbyes
I am worse at hellos,
making sloppy first impressions
like my first day of graduate school,
when I got wasted
(not on purpose,
it was not my fault)
it started as one drink,
to calm my nerves
as I sang along to the
“Sound of Music” soundtrack,
the confidence song,
I have confidence in sunshine, etc.
But it quickly turned into six drinks,
and me, at the orientation party,
telling the chair of my department
that his tie
I retreated to my Californian apartment,
lonely and young,
the opposite of how I feel in Paris-
in particular when Alberto,
on his first visit to my house
came armed with a briefcase,
and opened it to reveal
“Megan, you gonna have the olive oil?”
“Yes, Alberto, I gonna have the olive oil”
and I felt home.
See you soon.
Anywhere on this globe.
Theme: Maps… les cartes géographiques