pendant ce temps

what are we losing? grand-mère dit:
instinct
et "la connexion". I saw her hands, femme noir, bleu

pushing
wheat into a paste, the chat sur the
wooden table. his coat

was drifting into our
bread.

we ate
perfectly.

her eyes caught the setting west, fatiguée
and I

sniffed the butter knife. it's all on
us
now.

la responsabilité.
toujours dans le mains d'une
femme.