I wouldn’t trust you with a paperclip, You’d probably lose that too, Funny thing it is though, How I haven’t managed to lose you. Every morning you massage toothpaste all over the sink, Hurriedly replacing your morning stink, Shedding your pubic hairs across my bed. I could have gotten a cat, instead You followed me home. I make good use of them, The hairs of course, I have a collection I roll only on occasions Tobacco is expensive in France, And no one knows the difference. I smoke your scents back into the room, And imagine your silhouette flapping , Excited as the kitchen towel on the line, This is how I pass the time. Ashes are powerful remedies, No one believes Africans when they mourn, I can relate I’ve kept all of yours safe in a vase I hide in the closet you’ve sworn to fix, You hate the scent of the house, when you return ´´Ca sent le fauve!´´ you say You haven’t the slightest clue about how I pass the day.
