I want to strangle you with the syrup
that drips around your voice
You say we’ll move to Paris
Paris?
Do you recall your brother,
my lover?
Have you mistaken him with another?
Or is greed a dark veil over your eyes?
           That follow me
My name a whispered curse on your lips?
           You bring too close
We won’t move to Paris
Paris

But will you ever know?