I don't want to boast, but I've just pulled off a real masterpiece. At the age of seventy-five, I have become the unrivaled outrageous old lady of Moussy-lès-Limas. I live in this peaceful little ... [+]
In our dreams, we've started
seeing the phantoms planted
beneath our floorboards—
and we fear that there is no door that is always open for us.
It took too long to realize
the tenderness of ice cubes
in our tomato soup
and that each sound is a sentence.
And when we wake up, the house is full of smoke
from fires burning somewhere else, but
all we can do is close the windows
and take out the trash.