I Do Not Speak French
pour it like the sun is dead.
but not
before shaking it well.
wait,
wat is je naam?
my father is half-Dutch.
stay with me, Martinique
(that name tag is lovely)
I have not been happy.
little umbrellas tickle
my imagination -
Gibraltar or Ithaca
or Room 143 beside yours.
is this safe, Martinique?
fifteen proof is my ceiling
but I do not care.
look,
your skin ring matches mine.
sorry -
Ik ben blij,
but I do not speak French.
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