That deep look
of fear or avoidance
how it looks like a huge blue butterfly
that came and sat in your hair
to hinder me like that
to caress them,
to comb them
and to decorate them with those strange things
colorful bones
that we had chosen together
a June afternoon
in the market of Said Deni.
Saint Deni: revolted suburb of Paris, 2006 (racial disturbances)
photo Chabe01, https://commons.wikimedia.org/





























