the tablet

what I thought was dead

what I brought to fork

the fork relentless of my

plate my path ,crowded

laundry hangs from b

ookshelves I have to

pee I thought the wall

was wet your eyes

were blinking in the

mirror was just the

air was just the

gnats was that your

current head was

that the tongue s poke

spoke dust falling

from the fridge

...il faut immobiliser la langue...

- Toussaint Des Mornes