DéJA VU

A clean reflection

sitting in a field,

red poppies at the foot of Mont Serrat,

my mother

among the poppies,

And there I am again,

at two,

squinting into the sun,

someone points a camera,

something that’s me


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Monday, November 2, 2009

We Can Stay Local


“We can stay local—have crêpes or French food or fuck off—”
“I’d rather have crêpes or French food, then fuck off.”
“Or do that and get pissed.”
“Stay local, have French food. Can have a crêpe tomorrow—French food.”
“How do we get home?”
“We’re supposed to get a cab…or a bus.”
“The drug you just took—the drugs are part of your mind.”
“We have to find a way to get home.”

April 8, 2005, rue Ravignan, Paris

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