merci beaucoup

‘Merci beaucoup,’

I drawled, amid pulls on

The sagging cigarette,

‘Fuck you’,

I hissed, flicking

Ash out the window’s veil.  

‘Salope,’

You said, quiet as a

Tiny, timid mouse.

And you left then

I guess- left me

With this fucking mess- 

And then, mon dieu,

You were gone,

Long gone

Before I ever knew. 

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