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Ça veut dire

No rattle less hum –
breathless longer than planned

she glides with the softest
of leads less than air really

Les couloirs
she says pointing, excites many meanings

She knows I pretend I’m unsure
that I’ve heard her correctly

Chagall 2016

Je t’adore

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I recognized too late
who she was, how I knew her,
the girl from the French tapes, Audréa
there in the boulangerie-pâtisserie
before me, ere I could say
C’est moi she’d left for her flat
in the fourth arrondissement

© Chagall 2015

Immersion

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Years ago
I studied French
took my cassettes
wherever I’d go

would carry my Walkman
partout

écouter et répéter
everyday on the subway

pretended I was
sur le Metro

would sing
with Aznavour
(my back turned
in the shower

my hands like another
lover’s, running
down my back)

trimmed my mustache
a la Hercule Poirot

smoked, opined existential
posed as Sartre would

cried in quiet solitude
painted my face
just like Pierrot

and ogled the ladies
as Vadim must have
Bardot

peut-être jusqu’à demain,
peut-être un autre jour

© Chagall, 2013

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