Francis Cash #3

Francis: I thought you were faking, or it was more of a suggestion… like when you read the warning label on blow dryers…

Ethan: when I say I can’t eat dairy, it means don’t order EXTRA cheese on a cheese pizza…

Francis: ok so I’ll make it up to you with some ice cream…double chocolates…

Ethan: (sighs) just make it death by chocolate…

Francis: Oh look…they have that too. I’ll call it in…

Irène

"feu dans le sang"

(Fire in the blood)

"l'attente est érotique"

(The wait is erotic)

I wonder what you wrote just for you?

Between the margins?

Inside your address book?

I wonder how your letters were?

How many did you throw away?

Did you have secret lines

Only one person would understand?

I just reached 30

You’re 39

I wish I could ask you how this goes

—-

where loss is

How it feels

Did you feel it coming?

Did you write regardless ?

—-

I feel this guilt, like acid in my chest,

When I think about the things I don’t say

I reserve the right to write whatever I want…

—-

Nothing is permanent

And I think about that heat

I think about that loss

Like words,forgotten unused…

How many did we lose?

—-

I pour her tea

She writes on the sides of the pages of her journal

She has a novel she’s working on

She doesn’t think she’ll finish it

We can hear them coming

And it occurs to us

You can hear and feel

Life around you this

Absurd chess game we try so hard at

love coming

storms coming

These boots coming

She won’t finish this novel…

She’s 39

feu dans le sang

I drink my tea

She’s here for a moment

I close my eyes

And

She’s gone

Like so many things

Blown away by a storm

The sun comes out

And I wonder

If we missed her,

I wonder how many more like her

We lost…

Quotes from

Irène Némirovsky

Bleeding ink #1,368

The sky is white

But you can taste the darkness inside

This hollow

This void

These eyes have been empty for sometime ——

These weapons

These sharp objects

Too too many

That we hide behind —-

Let this go

This hurt

Let this go

This pain

Let this go

Gently ——

Like the leaves

With their colours

The trees

Lose their leaves

The ocean with it’s tide

It always comes back in

The sunrise

Gives way for the

sunset

The moon

For the sunrise

We have to let go of things gently ——

We are meant to walk together

To love

But go boldly

Go strongly

And let go

Of things gently

So they can come back to you

The street you live on

They’ve been spoon fed

A promise

They can not be sure of

But everyone keeps shouting

Which side are you on

—–

Between these newsfeeds

These city streets

The potholes fill the road

It’s just a broken down soul

Can we still live here?

—–

And she says love’s not worth it

But right now

Love is all we have

No matter how deep the hurt

—-

They’re digging up the old graveyard

Trying out the old noose

But no body

Feels any pain

And no body

Feels anything

—–

They’ve been spoon fed

A promise

And they shout

But no body

Hears anything

And they dance

But no body

Sees

And she cries tonight

And she breaks

And she fights

And tonight

I don’t see

I don’t feel

I don’t hear

Anything….

—-

This long time

Old soul

Broke

A long time ago

And this pain fills my chest

Just like ….

And it wrecks the street I live on

Just like…

—-

tonight

I don’t see

I don’t feel

I don’t sleep

I don’t hear

Anything….