Do in the Stories
She tells the story with a shudder, running through the lines,
mouthing it like steak, à point, in a Left Bank bistro,
her jaw moving round the overlapping names.
This time he’s Paul and she’s Michelle.
As if names mattered.
It’s always her story on the inside.
D. A. Prince
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