At my friend’s

chezmonamie

The light is dim,

we are ready to eat (a little)

to talk (a lot)

It is about chatting,

reminiscing, confessing,

denouncing, whispering,

stammering about the past,

and remembering the future

refusing to sour,

to abstain.

We promise to braid

brave stories

related

to  overshadowed traces

of  the evening

(on the Lachine canal)

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