MARSEILLE LIKE IT’S 2001
A half-shadow in a window
calls for the time
to wake up alone as in lonely
the art i feel compelled to stick with
the beach forcefully shaved armpits
a small laughter in a bottle of Perrier
now run towards no firs colonize palm trees
in the fishing village, used to rougher seas
seagulls competing
afraid of seas not long ago
with my bruised knees, I don’t say a word
A QUESTIONNAIRE FOR CLAUDE CAHUN
Claude, I want to be your sibling or a lover
making pamphlets with you racing pre-incarceration
the hearts on your cheeks are knocking
did you make your best work to get over remorse
How was it to leave
Montparnasse
and live wild
did you feel too lonely to read
how was it to sleep with one lover every night
how did you know that you were a boi they didn’t take you seriously
what about your Parisian friends we didn’t hear about
Claude, I want the coal crayons protect you against the cold
this afterlife in prosperity
you as a butch king
won’t outdo the channel risings
