Abstract
1.
Handwritten notes posted across borders; the memory of his gin and tonic lips travelling my spine. In la ville du quart
d’heure there’s a lover and doughnut shop on every corner—closed shutters above boutiques and restaurants, hearts
drawn in a window’s condensation. We split the rent of a one-bedroom apartment opposite the Italian deli, tracing deep
blue consonants of desire. He takes ciabatta and pancetta to his wife, tells her he got talking to the butcher or had a
coffee at Krispy Kreme. I feel the rhythm of the city in his jaunty three-step home.
Handwritten notes posted across borders; the memory of his gin and tonic lips travelling my spine. In la ville du quart
d’heure there’s a lover and doughnut shop on every corner—closed shutters above boutiques and restaurants, hearts
drawn in a window’s condensation. We split the rent of a one-bedroom apartment opposite the Italian deli, tracing deep
blue consonants of desire. He takes ciabatta and pancetta to his wife, tells her he got talking to the butcher or had a
coffee at Krispy Kreme. I feel the rhythm of the city in his jaunty three-step home.
| Original language | English |
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| Type | Prose poem |
| Media of output | Online |
| Publisher | Ink Publishing |
| Number of pages | 1 |
| Place of Publication | United States |
| Publication status | Published - 2021 |
Publication series
| Name | The Bond Street Review |
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| Publisher | Ink Publications |
| Volume | Winter 2021 |