
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
