She said her name was Disarray. She mumbled it behind the coffee stained enamel wearing thin, just like the evening, but still clinging to her teeth. Spelled across skyline as the tendrils of a fog relaxed, the vagueness settled in with words of smoky erudition. And Disarray, she spoke to me from pupils drawn and empty, so that glances from the latest stars were blind, duplicates of absence painting shadows where they ought to be, so late here in the forest under brickwork making gossip to the tune of cables strung from end to end. She said her name was Disarray. She said it with a breathlessness like bargaining for seconds, and I watched as all her syllables collapsed, an emblem colored darkness by mendacities of daylight falling window after window to the street. She said her name was Disarray, and maybe she was speaking, but it’s quiet in the forest here beneath the endless crying hours trying hard amid her words to make their peace.

#Paris #France

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