MON PLAISIR
My page is glass
10.5″x7″
Mon Plaisir
From the ice-cream come
that my son left me
slow drop fall
on my hands.
Immobile, impatient,
angered.
I call my son.
Meanwhile the colours
paint my fingers.
Pistachio turns
my palm
to malachite
and strawberry
to ruby my finger.
What a shame,
my son returns.