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Daphné Cheyenne

04 Dec Daphné Cheyenne

BLUE-TIFUL

 

lady sings the blues

she tells

nothing

the world will know

her blues is all

billie h.


 

my screen

still glows

 


 

church is a Scandinavian spa

my degree

a child’s drawing

a faux-vintage video

of flowers

bees

and highways

 


 

I who drown

slow motion

lean on the wall

smoking

as if I was

h-o-l-l-y-w-o-o-d

 


 

people from highschool get married

I write poems

on my macbook

I see

their kids running

 


 

rock-a-bye baby void

a saved a little nothing

from falling

 


 

open bar

of melancholy

on youtube

of tremblay

and doritos

at the neighbors

 


 

baby void

no longer

sleeps at night

 


 

the sun says hello

curtains

my ugliness spills out of the

bed

I fooled you

but at least

I write

 


 

son of a bitch

asshole

and little

fuck

my words had a though childhood

as everyone

 


 

from the top of her building

she leans

girls please hold

me

do you think mom

will be famous one day?

 


 

one day someone will hold you so tight

you will feel whole again

two penguins kiss

on my Facebook thread

loneliness has no age

it has every hour

 


 

time up front

behind

and on the sides

is to be picked

off the ground

like a penny

 


 

powdering

I coat my body

with peach coral and salmon

look like a woman

among

other women

 


 

the weather is earl grey

in a dressing gown

it’s wearing the same dress as me

and I’m annoyed

 


 

what are you saying

thighs

if you please,

what are you saying

that can reassure me

 


 

dad gives me a butterball turkey

he says

you were that big

I used to hold you

in a single hand

 


 

on the picture

her hair gets down

on its knees

her smile

leaps

she must spend her days

being prettier than me

 


 

you

I’ll bake you a pie

I beg you

I do not want to weep

between sheets

no

asshole

just let me bake you

a pie

 


I know

that’s not me

Marilyn

nor I

Mona Lisa

 


 

but I will be Blue-tiful

I’ll do anything it takes

I’ll shave

cut my feet

apply nail polish

here

here

here.

feet are red

like a smile

 


 

if I have to count down the seconds

that separate me

from your voice

I prefer to watch a movie

when you will ask

about what I was doing

I won’t tell you

I was waiting

but

I was watching The Birds

 


 

when you come home

I want you to see me

from the inside

I want you to take me

by the handle

 


 

I adjust

my eyes

and smiles

it’s been two hours

I was waiting for you

water is boiling

and I’m the only one

to smell the pie

across

the entire apartment

 


 

every second

has

a rough time

 


 

a dream shines

on my sweater

 


 

there is something

I cannot

translate

in the right language

in Taipei in Montreal

in Mexico

the world folds in half

like a sheet of paper

 


 

delete

 


 

one day

in a whale suit

I will

detain the

perfections

the plankton

in lingerie

tons of miracles

of hours wasted

that tarnished me

 


 

in da club

in the girls’ bathroom

they vomit

they were told to flee

but instead of legs

mermaids have tails

their lives here

is not worth much

their love costs

the taxi ride

 


 

my conversation

stands still

our words bear

on the crutches

of the party

 


 

you can

skip this ad

in five seconds

 


 

the toothless guy: concierge

the girl in heels: barmaid

the bird: parrot

 


 

party like it’s your birthday

all the time

and too fast

my stairs

you’ve climbed them

and whiskey

tumbles down

I can no longer

walk straight

as so many

are climbing in

 


 

a day in the life of a bartender

I cut a lime

I think of you

I cut a lemon

I think of you

I think of you

I cut my finger

 


 

you want me

to worship your penis

worship a God

of a few centimeters

 


 

I want to write about my grandmother

my poems

are about guys

 


 

we will never meet again

but we meet again anyway

 


 

cute

I feel like a house

the front door is smashed

 


 

a dirty girl you say

it wasn’t difficult

I’m an easy woman

easy to crumple

as tissue paper

easy to wrap

 


 

I did not answer

you told me to take care

and I have no trouble

zipping my coat

 


 

I love you girls

I love you

I love

you

I

love

you

I’m so happy

tonight I am loving you

with cheap

white wine

 


 

my love doesn’t know where to sit

and when the sun

rises

it doesn’t know what to say

 


 

tea time

I pamper

my remains

because yesterday

after my lasagna

I went

overboard

 


 

youtube the lyrics

I would have like

to be written for me

youtube a love

who takes me

by the hand

youtube

that takes its time

 


 

but it takes me

by the skirt

so I google maps

the party

 


 

Shepherd’s pie

catechesis

moose

chainsaw

maple syrup

name dropping

 


 

today my shaved pussy

at Montreal-Trudeau

should I buy you a balloon?

 


 

home sweet homme

your neck feels like the cabin

I built for you

in my stomach

 


 

what’s happening

at the thrift store

I caress children’s clothing

the outline of a baby

emerges

eskimo kisses

scratch me

I am 24 years old in every face

 


sadness

a drop of water

from the leaky tap

fills the silence

with even more silence

 


 

party time!

everyone’s having fun

I’m in the fiesta

like a balloon

without helium

 


 

whaddup

quiet Sunday

googling my diseases

 


 

it’s platinum

it’s gold

it’s Valentine’s Day

my one-night stand

bling bling

 


 

february

it’s cold

fruits are making wish

in their seed

stupid little morning

my window is a garden of frost

and my room

an igloo

 


 

on the orange line

at the intermarché

in line- eight items

and less

I’m holding us

at arm’s length

if you recognize yourself

do you remember

and too often

I do

 


 

it’s okay

it’s just my meadows

they fell

off their case

and it takes

time

to straighten

my grass

 


 

jogging

thirty minutes

and I’m a queen

but nothing changes

and it lasts

thirty minutes

 


 

I pick my love

with a pritt glue

stick

hands in my panties

picture our wedding

for two hours straight

 


 

Woody Allen

tell me a joke

 


 

the house I had in the belly

collapses

rebuilds itself

stubborn

each month

picks its foundations

windows

in my stomach that won’t

move on

 


 

there is something

I cannot

translate

 


 

frozen in the eternal return

of I do not know what

menstruating in the mirror

when will I be

the woman

that blood

screams everywhere.

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