Poem in Which I Watch the Bus Switch Indicators as I Run Towards It

You fall
on the buttered side
of the building
yet slide into my rain.

The sky is full of red kites
hooking their strings
into the roofs.

You owned a floating island
but then landed on Mayfair.

Player 2 built a hotel on it.

One day,
you will feed me peas
with a knife.

Claire Trévien

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