re-edit
in France & that one bar in
Paris as i recollect it was taxidermy
fetishes mounted on walls
squirrels, deer, a plastic baby, other birds
we drank grapes skins maturations
staring at chloe’s bra in the bar
brawling a spot where there weren’t but
blue water fowl on her yellow blouse a red spot
of clo’s colloquy
llover is
to rain
as lover is
to rain
in private
deduced thusly red with malbec of wine casks wising up
or flush with a red effort like baby physiognomy
gets red or maybe it wasn’t much
more than grappa’s gloss
is some simple
transparency
is another matter. Lips is another night.
