cybergranny

Part 1: flashbacks I. Fly a dead bird saved me because a dead bird can not eat chocolate Est-ce que vous le saviez? (Did you know it?) II. white walls no shouts no hair pulling my mother worries mon frère et moi  (my brother and I) diapers removed on the walls we draw, masterpieces deleted. III. Heat no no says the voice I put my hand nonchalantly on the plate of the stove c’est chaud  (it’s hot) IV. Snow I dance to the sound of snowflakes they melt under my tongue as the carpet under a heated tin je mets le feu à ce poème (I light this poem to fire) Part 2:  wanderings in my mind V. The mount

He's there, sitting in the kitchen in front of the oven - as always - a napkin around his neck, cutlery in each hand, watching the silent ballet of his wife, rhythmic as the tic-tac of the clock and the rain falling on the roof. Suddenly the big hand joins the little one, and the strokes begin to ring throughout the kitchen. As soon as the woman hears, she stops dancing. The man tightens his hands around the cutlery and his face tenses as she opens the oven. An enormous meat dish appears and lands on the table; inside lies a giant roasted suckling pig surrounded by crispy potatoes. He plunges the knife into the flesh, furiously cuts up a bi

Late at birthday night the pandas kissed Fella on mouth and pucked