25 February 11

Paris, 1986

The metro.
The dogshit.
The smoke.
The traffic.
The noise.
The stairs.
The walls.
The silence.

Dwindle-cash.
Dwindle-truths.
Dwindle-joy.
Dwindle-god.
Dwindle-voice.

Fake smile.
Fake joy.
Fake French.
Fake marriage.
Fake self.

Book-delve.
Deep-delve.
Story-delve:
Sheherezade
on a perch
weaving tales
(in flawless French)
to save her life

This is a contribution to the Language, Place Blog Carnival hosted this time by Jean at Tasting Rhubarb with a theme of “another place, another language, another self.”

Posted by at 05:50 AM in Books and Language | Link |
  1. This was such a powerful contribution to the blog carnival – thank you! Wish you would write more (or share more?) poetry.


    Jean    3. March 2011, 05:14    Link

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