In that country there is a train
that stops when it gets tired It doesn’t bother
to read the signs There is a man in my car
who claims to be French
but does not understand me
when I ask quelle heure
est-il He shows me a picture of a man
and points to himself And the man
in the picture…
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"I want to go staggering & flailing my way through the bars and back rooms, through the gleaming hotels & weedy lots of abandoned sunflowers & the parks where dogs are let off their leashes in spite of the signs, where they sniff each other & roll together in the grass, I want to lie down somewhere & suffer for love until it nearly kills me, & then I want to get up again & put on that little black dress & wait for you, yes you, to come over here & get down on your knees & tell me just how fucking good I look."
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