there is a bridge covered in locks some with no keys, some sealed with long-forgotten combinations some quietly closed with ribbons, with twine there is a cathedral owned by gargoyles pigeons and peasants there is a tomb covered in small stones flower petals, metro tickets, teeth, candy, gratitude another tomb queerly smothered in lipstick kisses […]
paris
trocadero
My brother started collecting squirrel skulls at the age of seven. But it is not yet time for madness to enter the story. My mother found a ring at the Canadian National Exhibition Princess Gates. But it is not yet time for turquoise to enter the story. I fell in love on the Paris Metro. […]
montparnasse
we can sit now in cafe odessa, the most darling of all my french mistresses. she reeks of tobacco and beer and her music is a tired loop of american hits from the ’80s.
something fishy about fifty
march 16, 2007, happy birthday kathy f you’re fifty, kathy, so of course i’m going to … think of you naked. it’s what you wanted, yes? well OK then, yes, i will think of you naked … and i will think of you in paris … not writing poetry, necessarily, but breathlessandtalkingfast and … eating; […]