Atef Ayadi


Radio Station: Chico, Irish Tuesday


there is
a place
in chicago,

hidden
and open
only
to the irish

lonely
only rare lonely irish girls.



hey iris,
hello irish,

little natty
nato
bateau
couteau
coto
costo

boulo

bella bellissi si mo
deli isso mo

es ki mo who mo mo mo (s)


so lady
why you are a lady
if you are
only
lonely
and left alone.

so irish
lady
why you are irish
who hates the brit- esh and not the brite-esh
who bit itches and iches
behind the walls.


And
lady,
please my lady,
why are you
staying alone if you
are in love with another
lovely baby
who always
makes you feel
unique
like an
ancient boutique
inside
the history
museum.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Edited: Friday, November 27, 2009

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