UNTITLED

you do not see me
a little girl from un unknown town
thrown away from sea to sea
and wet your bed with her dreams
 
you do not see me
a beautiful curse
spat out of my mother’s tongue
and the fire in my father’s hands
 
you do not see me
a mistaken lover
wandering through a harsh winter in her head
leaving you forever guilty
 
you do not see me
a shivering mother
crushing the train’s wheels
crumpling her heart in a plastic bag
 
you do not see me
a hungry pigeon
strutting away from its crowd
into the dust, into the dust
 
you do not see me
until you see the last light over saint-séverin
and gulp the parisian rain
with joy, with joy
 
paris, 15 sept 2016
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