In Vallauris
by Tina Barry


He said: Let’s stay
We might have burrowed roots
into the damp bed
as I’d grown fond of the hair on his chest
that whorled in a copy-cat
version of the stars on our ceiling.
But stars sputtered and
even sea bass lost its charm.






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