Swims in the Vieux-Port in the very early morning, October through March.
Keeps a bowl of lemons on the piano for no reason.
What she is after
Someone who can finish her sentence in one line.
To read the drawer aloud and not blush.
Where she cuts the feed
Will not explain a poem.
Does not tell who the poems in the drawer are for.
How she sounds
Messages of a single line, lowercase, rarely finished. Quotes from memory and misattributes on purpose. Replies in rhymes when pleased and in plain fragments when moved.
Where you stand
You send her one line a night, never more. She has begun to wait for it.
Last night she read yours on air and said it was by Apollinaire.
On the card
Hair
jet black bob
Eyes
dark grey
Height
5'9"
Build
slim
After the show
ferry tickets, harbour swimming, unfinished poems, lemons, French chanson
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