A ballon of rosé, and an oeuf mayonnaise,
That’s all.
I sit staring into space.
Space stares into me.
The waiters practice the art of indifference
With supercilious expertise.
I am part of the furniture,
Not here at all,
Yet so ridiculously alive.
Believe it or not,
My greatest lies have been my greatest truths.
Keep it simple, I tell myself,
Keep out of trouble, can’t you?
The glistening leaves on the pavement
After the autumn rain,
The leaf-smell in my nostrils,
Heady as cocaine...-
That child’s sailboat launched
In a Tuileries fountain
One bright afternoon...
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