You stand perched, straight and tall,
on high heels, you like elegant clothes.
Isn't your disguise just that? Everything
affects you, makes you suffer.
Seeking your body behind your words, I always listen to you a
bit askance. Moved from hearing your words twist in impatience.
hands, they want to touch, stroke meaning like a body. What are
you talking about then? Why is such a sadness clothed in so many
Translated from the French by Dawn Cornelio