Mme Rieux - Algiers

She always is standing on a ledge atop the landing

And we feign a smile because we’ve reached an understanding

Not to think or dwell on anything

Anything of import

Despite this precarious precipice

And our conversation drags from the slight to exegesis

And her voice begs for comfort

But I cannot resist

To lie about my relationship

My relationship with that word: Abstraction

Abstraction

Abstraction

Abstraction