She called me Peugeot because for her I was 306

/, Blesok no. 60/She called me Peugeot because for her I was 306

She called me Peugeot because for her I was 306

Napkin
Patriotic Poem
Algeria
Third Kiss Blues
Stupid Beauty
Cesar Vallejo (Or 12 Lines on The Bread of Shame)
A Love Poem for Wisława Szymborska

Time
is as thin
as a napkin wiping away
crumbs of words
from under the lip.
“Have you enjoyed yourself?” it asks. “Tell your friends.”
“You haven’t? Tell us.”
And we, like the mouth, are never satisfied
with the menu of the body
and love at night’s end
is a chair reversed
on a restaurant table.
Its legs in the air,
its head in clouds of floor.

Translated by Vivian Eden

2018-08-21T17:23:03+00:00 July 3rd, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 60|0 Comments