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BLUE-TIFUL ❋ Daphné B.
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 tough 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.