LA
SOIRÉE


A collection of writings,
poems and photographs
by an anonymous person.

2019 — present


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Hound is brown & bounding
about their garden as she
giggles filming over the grass
& a slight skip of purewhite feet

while he raises one arm in the
shade of a shed—tips to
sunlight—& calls the dog
to his heel who leaps, ears flight

wings, brushing green no longer a pup.
He says something that her camera
does not hear, but her skin so
white in no breeze will burn when

she puts thin hands to the fur of
dog’s neck & rejoins them—‘who’
she thinks—‘will look after you
soon once our love is over & done?’



Mark