M. Eve

Marie-Eve

She lent forward
and put her fox fur scarf round my neck.
she goes, i don't lend this to anyone
you know,
yes, i know.

Marie Eve's eyes are
the eyes of a panther and her skin
is like the surface of a beetle
you see,
yes I see.

in the downstairs section
of a bar called
the pin-up bar,
métro Etienne Marcel, n.13, where
they serve electric blue drinks
in very large wine glasses,

there's me and Marie Eve
there's Marie Eve and me.