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2004-04-12
Christine Papin
B. 3.8.1905 Marigné, France / D. 5.18.1937 Rennes
“Cachexie vésanique” or Wasting away
Eager to please
doesn’t even come close to describing the why of it.
Desperate more like, desperate to be loved;
in point of fact to being favored
chosen above
addicted as to stolen candy:
The pregnant purse, the button clasp
no louder than a puff of kitten’s breath
releasing
what a thrill
What’s that in your apron pocket, Cinderella?
I don’t know
I don’t remember
I’ll have to get back to you on that.
The rest of the world
can’t even begin to understand the how of it.
They’re nobody is why, nobody but others;
a lot of mobile mouth parts in a row
work jealously
but they’ll never get what they’re missing:
When the door to the back room clicks closed
and you’re in there too
with him
every time like the first time
What are you muttering about now, Cinderella?
I don’t know
I don’t remember
I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Consolation Site: A banal power failure