a moment
by Stephen Toft


give me a french crime
novel from the thirties

but fuck all the twists

and denouement
it’s just me
& the detective

(maybe maigret)

in the café de flore
we are discreetly watching
a suspect in the late afternoon

the detective lights up
his pipe
i order another wine

and just for a moment
forget about death

as the evening crowd arrive






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