Poems

Someone took chunks of my rotten flesh

A Tuesday morning 

My left foot in a green plastic boot

My right foot on a cold yellow table

They told me with the most platonic voice

« We will grow your skin »

It felt unreal

I imagined tiny pieces of my skin, tagged with uncertain numbers 

Someone waking up every morning watering my mushrooms

Hoping for them to grow up

Will anyone develop empathy for them????

« Vos résultats seront disponibles dans 3 semaines »

Vos codes d’accès JJ/MM/AAAA

Perhaps after being 3 weeks away from my body

They will get a conscience of their own

Maybe wear a new name

Where will I be when in the river my transparent blood will drop 

Feet in the wet morning grass

Tears in my eye

A golden cat came to me

He took my heart with him

Sat on my lap 

Fell asleep

And just like that

The sun rising on my forehead 

Like a goodbye kiss

I felt full again

I want to turn into the warm rocks your hands touch when you look outside your window

I want to turn into the bedsheets where your body fells asleep 

I want to turn into the smell that makes you feel at home 

Je te transpirais toi

Dans mon bombers bleu

La nuit 

Très vite

Je te transpirais toi

Tes goutes salées 

Acidulées

Te chahuter 

Trop t’assécher

Pour mieux te retrouver

Je t’aie perdue dans nos sentiers

Perpétuer nos tendresses

Desire Paths à tes côtés

Je te veux 

Ce soir à mes côtés

Te raconter ces histoires du fond des yeux

Te les raconter beaucoup trop de fois

Pour mieux m’en souvenir 

Je te transparais toi

Ce soir là 

J’ai crié ce nom

Amoureuse du G

Maladroite et paralysée 

Maudits sont mes 23 étés 

J’ai lâché mes cheveux

Dans ce vent de pleine lune

I touch your head 

With my saliva 

Nothing feels purple anymore

Would you like me to lick your words like I lick your tongue 

Sometimes the smell of fresh cut grass turns me on 

Are you dancing 

Or are you trying to 

I remember the morning I showered with your water 

dead fox down the road 

felt unreal

a stuffed animal 

a stuffed death

burnt in orange

hearing about lost houses 

lost fires

whom have you lost

what are you wearing

what did you dream about

my white hips in his dark sheets

taking pictures of details so I get to remember all of them 

j’ai grandis avec toi 

cousus dans la paume 

comme pour te balader 

te faire sentir les vents

23 étés que tu me suit

now i think it’s time

to give you a body of your own

singing for your very last breath

felt like touching cold rocks in the summer 

i have been busy

forgetting about you

feels like every cell of my body is stained by your smell

i don’t remember my first house

Se revêtir de l’humidité encore de tes sols

Entre mon ventre pale et l’hummus

Le soleil bat pleins

Il est treize heure 

je crois

Je quitte les odeurs de moquette rouge

Pour enfiler celle d’un coup de soleil

J’axe mes bras nus pour laisser 

Juste ce qu’il faut de chaleur

Former un galet sur satin pourpre

Former une pierre parfaite entre tes

Clavicules et mon menton

Comment le raconter 

Ce qui n’existe que pour oublier

Un ange sur le cœur

YOU KNOW THEY CAN SMELL OUR

FEARS

I FORGOT HOW TO SAY HI

I FORGOT HOW TO MASTURBATE

(HOW TO) FELL WAVES INSIDE MY FINGERS

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TIE OUR TIES TOGETHER 

COLORS HAVE NEW NAMES

SHOULD I LOVE IN SILENCE

SHOULD I SING YOUR SMELL

I RAISED MY RIBS TO THE SUN

TO ENDLESS SPRINGS

OPENING MY VOICE

CREATING ECHO WITH NEW PERFUMES

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FAUNA AND FLORA OF THE UNKNOWN 

SHARING THE SAMES WINDOWS

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HOW TO GET WIFI IN THE MIDDLE 

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Blurry bourgeons

Ceux contre ton creux

Partager mes bourgeons 

Avec toi

Aussi 

Je me retourne dos nu au soleil

La narration est un outil 

Palpable souvent 

Aussi crus

Et infidèle

Je me retrouve seins nus au soleil

Liquide 

Je répète des pas noirs

Souvent jetés loins

Je répète 

Ces gestes de marches

Ces gestes de doutes

Rabattre la mèche courte derrière mon oreille

Respecter les lignes de rue avant de les fouler

Hummer ce qui ne se respire plus

Souvent 

Ce même pendentif au cous

Je le place au coin de ma lèvre

Pour sentir ce cours instant de métal froid 

Laissant un goût de sang à ma langue

J’ai changé le vert du fond d’écran 

Jour de la ciguë

Ils disent 

Ranger tes fragrances

Reina de dia 

Faire des alphabets

Souvent je range les jours

I peel the screen

I peel my skin

My smell changes, because lately I started putting sunscreen on my face

Freckles appeared on my nose anyway

My skin is itchy when I go to sleep

One morning

I opened my bank app

And there it was

The silence in between numbers

The words that we say whispering

Because we miss each other quietly

(((( ))))

(I MISS U)

()))))))))

Maybe I am not born already

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Everywhere

I listen to well being podcasts

I am bored

Spring is here

I called my mum

To celebrate with her

As she shared her little plants victories

I realized how happier she is with a garden around her

The neighbor has white violets

They have purple violets

She is proud

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Il doit pleuvoir plus tard

Les cicatrices le sentent

Elles prédisent l’avenir pour ainsi dire

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I like my scars since he caressed them

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My word became a rock

So I became a rock

Spring 3

Summer 2

Autumn 3

Invierno 2

Speaking with unknown terms

My tongue speaks by herself

I sell dishes on Sundays

My tongue speaks by herself when I say Bonjour

When I explain the difference between a regular peeler and an asparagus peeler

I create my alphabet

My tongue owns my speech

Automatic feeling

I sell dishes on Saturdays

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It’s funny to write poetry at work

Taking a look at the clients

I try and imagine how they lay down on their sofa

Why did they choose that peculiar color, texture

I can guess the smell of the room when the sun hits

I can see how their faces change when they weep

Somehow it makes feel good

I gather pieces of paper

Tragic honesty

Chaotic mornings,

Producing useless elements

I told stories

Old stories

About a fox,

Orange flavored sweeties

Orange white chocolate shaped into little fishes

Sometimes I can feel her presence

I hated those sweeties

But I cherish the rituals she created with me

Me recuerdo de aquel dia

Una mañana de primavera, dos días antes de Pascua

En la ducha le pregunte

¿Pero mama, ahora qué se fue, quién va a guardar a su gato?

(Después) la vi llorar en el coche

Enfadada, sus manos movían tragicamente

No la reconoci

Dos dias después

Nos fuimos al jardin

Las campanas escupieron peces naranjas de chocolates blanco

El sol de mi garganta

El sol de mi piel infinita

Serotonine

J’avais dans le sang

Un trop

Comme pour m’avertir

Pour me priver déjà

The sky is orange today

My heart is lifted by a new energy

I covered my body with denim

Nothing is better

Opening heart to heart

He smelled like a stranger

Only his eyes spoke to me

Patience

When time is taking time away

Giving a lonely look to my mess

Taking away this love