post punk poetry

poésie contemporaine

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Love List

Chlorine kisses 


People looking like their dogs. Objects that look like people


Giving a bit of tea to my plants, pretend it’s a secret between me and them


Giant shadows


Sculpting mini figurines with bread crumb


Eating vitamine C tablets as if I was taking drugs


Being always surprised at the inside of a kiwi


To untangle necklaces, earphones but not cables


Old men licking ice cream


Guessing a nipple piercing under a shirt


Guessing handwriting marks on wooden desk


Furniture lift lifting furnitures in the street


Bendable spoons


Burned coffee, burnt bread, burnt cakes


The word “canine”


Sunburn drawings with sunscreen


When someone drops wine on the cloth and everyone says what to do : salt, sparkling water, soap, vinegar…


Putting chapstick before drinking cold sparkling water


Sound of an eyelash falling on the page


Nachos


Shine of sweat on black horses’ coats


Very short hair in between the ear and the neck


Second hand books with spots of things I don’t know about, adding my own spots to it (spilled tea, chocolate prints, rain drops)


Putting weight on me to help me sleep (clothes, pillows, books) 


Feeling the tip of my poney tail land in between my shoulder blades when I remove my shirt

hearing british kids speak


At night, lighting up plants with my phone torch


The scent of cheap monoi


Country music


Sitting at the restaurant next to a couple’s first date


Paved roads, when I get all shaken in the car


Galop between teeth


To steal notepads in hotels, glass mats in restaurants


Opening the fridge at someone else’s place, feeling like I now know all about them


Oranges sold on the side road


Eating watermelon as if I was a lion and it was raw meet


To brush freshly painted nail polish against my bottom lip to see if it is dry


Loud laughs


Blue hour in the mountain, how it looks like origami collages


Crushing dry leaves in my fingers


My sister’s blow dried hair


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