Toujours Déjà
(Lautréamont’s Wedding)
Il n’est pas mal que tout le monde lise les pages qui vont suivre…
Harrowing as a small bowl without sides, the comma at the end,
as rice-paper and lace and figs.
Already Monsieur is wearying of the mice,
which are sad and overfed; and barely moving. Who gave them
so much cake? He bites the end of a tail while the delivery van pulls away.
She’s swollen, scrubbing the dishes and writing her father a letter: O,
Daddy–this man hasn’t been easy on me. If only he would find
my keys or water the plant.
Yesterday, someone borrowed the blue
fern from its nail over the door, and it hasn’t been returned.