PIED DE TERRE

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i don’t really know what a pied de terre is when i say Paris i mean Grand Isle so reread my letters
with that in mind in marriage we are always in the process of interpreting like the time i thought we
were about to make love and instead you said there was an invisible woman in our house no body
except when she bumped into furniture her voice so low it was insect noise in the background but
she was still there while the president spoke on television and people filled the streets a great white
bird flew over the State Police troop and i heard a string quartet version of Stand By Me at the
dentist’s more desperate and lonelier than the original i almost told you as we found each other
under the duvet if your softest spot breaks i want to vote like i’m sewing you back together