It’s Always Dark When I Put on My Lipstick
For love of Stuart Dischell’s “She Put on Her Lipstick in the Dark”
Oui, I met a man in Paris once,
not the only man I’ve ever met
in Paris. It was in a museum
in a garden. I was looking
at the statues; getting a feel
for them with my fingers. Men
want to walk me to the café,
to the entrainer, and to the boutique.
They want me with coffee
and they want to help me
to cross several rues.
He sidled up to me, asking
which statue I favoured.
He said he would steal it for me;
just say the word. I told him
he needed a new line. I felt his
metal security guard badge
and his nightstick. I kissed him
anyway and leaned my head
on his warm chest. Paris was
cold and I wore my aquamarine
scarf. We sipped lovely cups
of coffee near loud machines.
I couldn’t see and I couldn’t
hear. I nearly missed my train,
Paris to Grenoble, seven hours
and 45 minutes. I never saw him
but I remember his face.
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