Passerelle Solférino, Paris


Ladies, I know
you don’t roll over
in the morning and
feel a rough face
like I do, but
how do you get out
of bed and look
so good so early?
You’re like flashing
coins sinking away
from me on the street,
your eye-liner, lipstick
and I don’t know what-all
applied immaculately —
how long does it
take? You make me
feel like a lazy leaf.

– Wm. Marling

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