EVOLÈNE Poem by Hédi Kaddour

Brushed suddenly by the shadow
Of what she's just said "That heats up
My heart" she falls silent lets
The murmur from the other tables play
While each minute it becomes clearly madder
That they should be here together for
An evening of wine and
Gnocchi. Someone far
Off proclaims that one should never
Ingest love
In the form of cold tripe
She laughs adds nothing certainly doesn't
Speak of what the glass is hiding
That she holds level with her breasts.