Twin

Approaching The Cup

I grieved with an unholy hangover.
O don't worry I won't believe the lies,
I know you'll come back soon.

I shrieked our secret names
To the drunks
Beneath the Arc Sans Triomphe.

I wear your red scarf like a bullet to the neck.
They threw me out of every boutique in Paris;
Each mirror I embraced swore I'd found you.

You won't be proud of what I said
About how a person can do good things
And still wish herself away.

Dad and the gendarme know merde.
I cut my bread again like back home.

Remember the summer we named all the turtles?
How mom called us her queens of the creek?

I wish you had told me
Where you were going.

I want
Lost too.