Rue Saint Claude

I don’t want to go back to that empty apartment.

Non, I will stay at this table and drink Beaujolais.

I don’t care if they see me with no socks and long nails,

My apartment is dark.

All day, I sit, omelette, pommes frites, crème brûlée,

And more Beaujolais,

Laces on my shoes undone. What will they say when I die?


Girls in school uniform under the eaves,

A foreigner orders, “café au lait, s’il vous plaît.”

Two loud women laugh.

My apartment is dark.

-Lesley Lababidi, Paris, December 4, 2002

(all rights reserved, copyright 2002)To copy or re-produce photography and/or writings, written permission from Lesley Lababidi is required.

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