Mar 2019
"PERDU..PERDU!"
She felt like
an inside out
left hand glove
lost in the snow
only missed when it was
too late.
Once a desired accessory
much longed for
now merely
an item
turning to
*******.
She felt like
an inside out
left hand glove
lost in the snow
only missed when it was
too late.
Once a desired accessory
much longed for
now merely
an item
turning to
*******.
***
She was a very cultured elegant woman who had been displaced/replaced by a very much younger version of her self. When she had found out by seeing her younger clone strolling hand in hand with her husband...she had dropped one of her expensive gloves but that was the least of her concerns. At the height of her depths she would mutter constantly to her self: "PERDU...PERDU!" She later described her desolation to me by quoting Jacques Maritain's letter to Jean Cocteau..." What am I...a man God has turned inside out like a glove..." Being well versed in philosophy she saw her self walking in Garbiel Marcel's "desert universe." She was halfway through his ÊTRE ET AVOIR which became her Bible. She remained in this "broken world" without a soul....like a clock that had stopped telling the time and was only resurrected by finding a young lover who loved her for her self. She never ever again wore gloves despite how cold it got which everyone thought was a curious characteristic tic of hers.
She was a very cultured elegant woman who had been displaced/replaced by a very much younger version of her self. When she had found out by seeing her younger clone strolling hand in hand with her husband...she had dropped one of her expensive gloves but that was the least of her concerns. At the height of her depths she would mutter constantly to her self: "PERDU...PERDU!" She later described her desolation to me by quoting Jacques Maritain's letter to Jean Cocteau..." What am I...a man God has turned inside out like a glove..." Being well versed in philosophy she saw her self walking in Garbiel Marcel's "desert universe." She was halfway through his ÊTRE ET AVOIR which became her Bible. She remained in this "broken world" without a soul....like a clock that had stopped telling the time and was only resurrected by finding a young lover who loved her for her self. She never ever again wore gloves despite how cold it got which everyone thought was a curious characteristic tic of hers.
