Saturday, May 7, 2011

coq au vin

later, at night, sucking a peppercorn from my tooth
i will think of you, coq au vin, no one will ever know,

the boat in monet's garden, the greeny photograph that hangs in
my sister's kitchen. she called me from paris, she was 18, she said
i puked in the subway and was somehow pleased or proud
and so was i.

i will think of going for a walk, think of going.
but i will meet a hunter who will show me the silhouette
of a partridge in a tree on the way home
and i will stay.

in the dripping blue flashes of the evening
i see you coming.

today i have lived a whole life
important, full of strangers, working on something

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