Alexandre Ferrere

[“La pensée doit être

radicale
afin de documenter la tristesse de la ville”]

She saw her own face
in a black window
of a black car
& was deceived. She then broke a poem open
like an egg
& there was no yolk but a critical space
as big as an orange.
Dr/e/am/a/

[“We once were
so young—what’s
the first image
a mirror reflects? (the birth of light?)”]

In the salle des pas perdus, she’s lost.

[“Once upon a time,
I’m old & forget
to worry, like every pigeon-feeder”]

The unkindness of others
prevents her from
creating new words
which could have existed
outside.

[“Is Debord’s suicide
a final (a scheduled) spectacle to unveil
the hidden “s”
at the end of the world?”]

The darker fun—final warning:
Her permafrost melts
with bad memories—she enslaved her
self to an unknown virus
& pages fly around lost readers & unborn children.

[“I’m carving the human out of the beast”]

She threw her own body in a nénuphar de fioul.