Monsieur.

Your name is thick and heavy
Humid just like summer nights
Lying stagnantly on my tongue
Quilted blankets and raspberry bites
Crumbs in corners of mouths
Bottled water and warm canned beer
Condensation rolling quickly
The cats meow, midnight fear

How distant it all seems now
Just far enough, in the next town

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