Lives in the south of France now. They don’t
seem to notice his nose, or else they act
as if they don’t. Maybe because his accent is
perfect? There’s something about the French, alright.

He is an connoisseur at wines. A professional
gourmand, he wears the most delicate bifocals.
Not much else to be said. He’s studying
Basque for interest’s sake. Reads Mallarmé
and Verlaine, perhaps a little Rimbaud. Writes
the odd poem in his spare time, too. Sings
along to Brassens’ milder tunes. Dates occasionally.
Loves the countryside. Never been happier.

At least, that’s the story his friends tell these days.

– 2001, Montreal

February 2, 2012

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