Give us this day our comfortable grooves
the daily bread of paddings if packaged like
patting Eau de your smoke, my iron, our scent
in the nest, a valorization of fairy dust from
corner distillations
Let’s make a gingham picnic by moonlight
in Lincoln Park, the packing of a basket, the cologne
of our legs made musky with bike, unfolding berries,
Indian dal, cheese and bread on the cool metal
of a public bench on a warm summer night –
may we, mais oui
~ Lady