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
once
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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