Reste

At dinner in another's home
Coded in to the reste of Christmas

The tenant before hadn't pulled
The blinds up for 30 odd years

He gave me a stewed lapin head
The jaw gave way in my palm
I sucked the langue

As she bit hers
And asked again

Où es-tu?


Post wine cheminer:
The city's seal unglued
Spread on the Blvd Clichy