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WORDS FROM FRANCE
In Paris, France; the accent rubbed
Off onto me.
The food devoured me.
The wine, was dancing drunk with me.
The man he held me within his crux,
Fucked me with poems.
Orgasmed a dictionary.
My ex-Italian boyfriends;
Just not in height.
October 26 2016
Oasis ©Fabrice B. Poussin
IN FRANKENSTEIN'S MOTHER'S KITCHEN
In a glass jar an arm covered in
Time spins around the clock backwards.
Pork butt and meatballs
Stand raw in pan awaiting flame, 9
Pepper mill furiously churns baby
cockroaches into peppercorns.
.....to be continued