You
put on lipstick as others put on shoes
He’s
not an English teacher you know
He’s
not a goddam English composer
Yes,
it seems to you that you are warm
At
last, what with all the attributions
And
the wandering aimlessly off now but
You
would not be able to pass
Palisades
without tapping that left foot
Along
the way with Fleetwood Mac’s “Go
Your
Own Way.” What, did you really think
We
didn’t see you dancing by yourself?
That and beaucoup de musique classique
And
all whatever else you care to call it
My
French sucks, but fuck I’m alive with you
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