Irene – Emilie Lafleur
March 24, 2023
I lie and I lie and I find my way back to you Irene Although
You don’t want me to come anymore
You said that before And then in the end I was invited to feel
Shame all the length of a carpeted hall anyway
From any cardinal direction I find you Irene I find you so
Recognizable in any climate Tracing my minute fears
By remembering hard whether I was bothered by leaving or if
It was a long long exhalation You have to get out of your car
And swim to it Now I’m praying a shape instead of a sound Irene
Now I’m lying again and ending up here At the end of three flashes
At the back of the head and of my own mouth
Irene you’re lower down And how sweet is your habitation
How sweet to be here How sweet and how busy and idle
It was very much like rolling down a hill
And then ending up somewhere with all new flora
The earth is clean dissolved Irene the earth is moved
And the clutch hand doesn’t know it yet He says so
But he says a lot And in the end I accepted every invitation
To feel shame all the length of the hall
I lie and I lie and I let myself into the fishbowl Irene I got to you
In twelve minutes flat once and I won’t pull that off again