Metro Paris, Nord-Sud

Paris or bust, you sonofabitch

You can’t end so begin again
a momentary shot
break the damages,
the damage of loved ones
and hidden roads.

Will you dream of me
when you’re sick
when you’re drugged
when you’re hungover?
When you’re beyond me
and sitting in Paris
and choking on a piece
of crusty, dry bread
that you only settled for
out of habit,
but would be an outing for me-
You never did remember to cross
half of your t’s
or drink enough to forget to
remember to forget,
but god knows we did,
didn’t we?


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