Jessy Randall
Thank-You Note to the Supposed Lesbian
Who Stole My Boyfriend
You and your
clingy shirts with
girl cartoon characters,
your funky glasses
and super-short haircut.
You and your
over-and-over
broken heart,
knowledge of diners
and flea markets,
vegetarian recipes.
You took him,
and forgot to say
sorry.
But then,
I forgot to say
thank you.
Nine Short Poems About Paris
While you are trying to sleep, a bird moans.
Flunch, Dooble, Quick, Naf-Naf.
A lady who is mean is mean to everyone – not
just because she is French.
Sigh – you cannot say the complicated thing.
The Stravinsky fountain has many parts, all moving.
It is fun to read a bad book in a good café.
Narrow streets and narrower sidewalks. You
may fall off the curb.
The man continues to butter the crepes,
and butter them, and butter them.
At night, the Seine is lit up like a television.
©2004 by Jessy Randall
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