marseille

i was
in a bar
in a hole
a hot hole
full of
sound, color, spirit
full

a new friend, a new enemy
an old lover, an old friend and his new lover

we danced
bitter watched
played her game to take him
succeeded
shed light on my truths
thank god

thank her wretched voice
thank the stale smell
thank the laughs
the walks the talks up the street
the repetition that kept us awake

ready for the ride

my new spain.
my new stain.

and so you are.