I am the calm recipient
and the creator also.
I look for meaning where there is none .
I am Baudelaire, and Whitman, and Duras all at once.
I am upset; I am tired; I woke up exhausted.
Cotton threads! Du fil à pêche, Duras.
Tragedy’s made from a thicker weave than this.
C‘est un caprice, ma poulette, voilà tout. .