“you are beautiful” he says, Mathieu is his name
i am in the club where i first met you
“are you german?”
you had asked if I wanted a drink, even though I had been checking out your friend
“American” I say
I took a vodka and coke and left christophe to fend for himself
“I can’t believe my eyes” he said.
I can see the chair that we sat on.
“My horoscope today said I would fall in love with a foreigner.”
there is where I first looked into your eyes, your sunken cheeks, your crooked smile.
“How old are you?” I asked. “21” he said.
I told you I teach at the university. you asked what I was studying.
“I don’t believe you” I said. “you can’t be a day over 19.”
I said it again, I don’t take classes, I give classes.
“Horoscopes aren’t always right” I said.
I have to get out of this place, your taste is still in my throat.