Bulbs, bags of groceries,
leftovers and cherries.
The weight of a letter
without any return address.
A farewell, a last goodbye,
some lines of Kundera.
The coffee grinder whistles,
a stifling summer.
Blurred memories
buried in a shoebox.
Sleeping pills, the crack of a whip.
Warnings, peroxide, a suitcase,
a leak.
Justine Duhayon