As I study for my French exam tomorrow. “Cher Dieu, dit moi les reponses verite. Amen.”
Rue de Seine ten-thirty
at night
at the corner of another street
a staggering man… a young man
with a hat
a raincoat
a woman shakes him…
she shakes him
and she speaks to him
and he shakes his head
his hat is all askew
and the woman’s hat is ready to fall off behind her
both of them are very pale
the man definitely wants to leave…
to disappear… to die…
but the woman has a furious desire to live
and her voice
her voice whispers
so that you can’t help but listen to it
it’s a plea…
an order…
a cry…
so insistent this voice…
and sad
and lively…
a sick newborn who shivers on a grave
in a winter cemetery…
the scream of fingers caught in a door…
a song
a sentence
always the same
a sentence
repeated…
without stopping
without response…
the man looks at her…
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