Benoit Broisat (F)

Né en 1980
Vit et travaille à Paris, France

I GO HOME

(lyrics from a forgotten song)



When I go home, I find that my past is made of glass,
My past is made of white water
I walk through the school yard
Boys cry out at me like distant cows

I pass the train station,
Pass the cars,
Pass the pixel meadow

When I get home, I address my father's face
The Ghost classes dance,
The girls of winter,
The girls of bread
We fling ourselves into the static

When I go home, I find that my past is made of glass,
My past is made of white water
I walk through the school yard
Boys cry out at me like distant cows

I pass the train station,
Pass cars,
The meadow
Across the lawn
Touching the door
I become a cartwheel

/Antony

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