Apres Vous
The love letters came from Barcelona
from the south of France
from Oberlin
Stuffed with photographs
of you
looking bright
in a field of yellow rapeseed
or in the green grasses of the antiquated college
or in the green grasses of the antiquated college
or loose papers with your sketches of statues
and altars
I imagined you sitting on a worn bench
sipping absinthe
under the prudent April sun
under the prudent April sun
and jealousy began to fill the cavity under my breast
as the glass touched your lips
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