holding your breath every time a car passes the world we live in
*posted in September 2021, edited in September 2022
comme la marée barbouille le sable
de l’humeur de ses vagues
je barbouillerai ma page
d’émotions qui ne se dissèquent pas
I close my eyes to listen to my roots, the roof over my head must be an illusion that will not hold up, I will take somebody else’s voice to fill the guest card and then lay down, exhausted, in my dark stories.