I woke with your name stuck in my nose
blocking the canals
making me snort for air
It’s always the same corridor
whichever hemisphere
my dreams settle on it’s always
got that moulding wallpaper
I showed up on your doorstep tipsy
and because it made no difference whether
we were close or not
and because of the heat
we found ourselves draped naked
because we’re friends
and because
I let you interrupt me
like a neighbour renovating his kitchen
I let you interrupt
with talk of your personal developments
I let you
at least
here’s a button that fits my finger
Claire Trévien
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