Juste une fable n° 78
in the depths i was trying my best to play the flute on a straw. it was clear plastic, a little thicker than you'd typically get for a diet coke. it was more like a siphon and i suppose it was related to that comic situation where a woman, a doctor, who was trying to attract a man, was actually storing wine, then drinking it from a fine tube sewn in her bra.
me, i was not trying to consume anything. instead i was trying to purse my lips, just right so as to make a pure sound.
and you got close a couple of times,
though there was also raspy static and a little too much breath. but i was determined to keep going, just as i am with
stacking these letters
next to each other, black on white, to see if i can please anyone including myself,
blowing a kiss
to the world that rises and travels in a joyful sound.
Mary Shaw est professeure de littérature française des dix-neuvième et vingtième siècles à l'Université de Rutgers (New Jersey). Outre ses travaux universitaires, elle a publié deux livres pour enfants ainsi qu'un recueil de poésie intitulé Album Without Pictures (Halifax, N. S., Editions VVV, 2008).