A trout let us say
a blue blonde trout
that slips through
the bars like water
from boite to boite
from man to man but
only ones she likes
and almost never for
money and I love she
says I love exagger-
ate and her mother
asked the neighbors
qu’est-ce que j’ai
fait au ciel pour
avoir une fille qui
est de l’ordure and
she came back from
the palaces of the
king’s cousin out in
Siam where they ate
off gold plates and her
whim was his com-
mand came back to the
bars and the boys and
the slow swim through
the dim light yes a
trout let us call her
a small blond trout.
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