The art of detachment
She woke up pacing
a postponed bloodbath
cramps and curves
a head full of twisted nights
and Barbes fabric
gypsy silhouette
leaking emotions
faucet of telephone
coffins sent overseas
anticipating the sweet release
of licking skin chocolat
in morning
peeling in showers
sipping on spiced tea
waiting to exhale on Rue du Faubourg St Denis.