Marseilles Driving the rental into the gray garage I remember remembering to remember Where we parked. The garbage Workers were on strike. Offensive piles The stink of which somehow shamed us. A man met us, British - we rose with him In the lift to the flat. After he left I insisted that he'd been nice. You agreed in the lukewarm way With which you met my enthusiasms. There was a balcony. Very small, Very high. You smoked cigarettes While we played chess, careful not to win Too soon, or smile when the other lost. And wasn't that just how it was with us? We were always trying to take prisoner What was at once most precious And most powerless in the other, to make it Such that the other couldn't move.
Marseilles
Marseilles
Marseilles
Marseilles Driving the rental into the gray garage I remember remembering to remember Where we parked. The garbage Workers were on strike. Offensive piles The stink of which somehow shamed us. A man met us, British - we rose with him In the lift to the flat. After he left I insisted that he'd been nice. You agreed in the lukewarm way With which you met my enthusiasms. There was a balcony. Very small, Very high. You smoked cigarettes While we played chess, careful not to win Too soon, or smile when the other lost. And wasn't that just how it was with us? We were always trying to take prisoner What was at once most precious And most powerless in the other, to make it Such that the other couldn't move.