“Everybody has a backstory. For example, though I am currently living in France and adapting myself to the ways of the French, I still like listening to alt-j and watching Parks and Rec while I get ready to walk the half a mile to school each morning.
I had the pleasure to live with the most wonderful host family; a couple in their eighties who called each other “mon/ma chéri(e)” (my dearie) and called me “mon mignon” (my cutie) or “ma petite” (my little one). Everyone joked that the Thibaults and I were the perfect match because I was the first student […]
(This poem is in response to the returning from study abroad final assignment) Hier, dès le crépuscule : Riverside Angers, La musique brûle. Face-painted French peers ( Et pourquoi cette brosse à dents ? ) Pressés comme les feuilles ( Et pourquoi derrière son oreille ? ) At the foot of the stage, Pieds nus, […]