Un poème et une photo artistique

12 janvier

comme un étau, le temps fuit,

se désaltère, s’accroche à l’étouffée 

tout autour, attirance immodérée 

s’agitant au gré du vent,

percutant à tout venant

toutefois, j’irai choir indubitablement

mots dans ma tête, blessée d’avance

leftovers/ leftlovers

(I think the poem above, by friend Io, could also be titled derrière la porte... but so could the photograph she sends with.   Here you see a little of her reflected back from  mirror she's hung in the neck opening of Vermont tee-shirt last seen in September hanging on the back of a door..  It's loony, n'est-ce pas?  

Here's a Google instant translation of the poem:

January 12

like a vise, time flies, quenches, clings to the muffled all around, immoderate attraction moving with the wind, hard-hitting to everyone however, I will undoubtedly fall words in my head, hurt in advance leftovers / leftlovers