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Melpomene (A tragedy)

Jean-Michel Maulpoix

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. Feverish 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 words?

Translated from the French by Dawn Cornelio