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Monday, May 19, 2008

Not Much

Not much is
how much French I speak.
Un peu... peu peu peu.
Not much is
how much French legalese I can read in an hour.
Les implots? Une association sans but lucratif?
Not much is
how much I can fit in my fridge,
dans un frigo pour une.
Not much is
not how much bread I eat every day,
le pain de la vie.
Not much is
pretty much what I say each day when people ask what I am doing,
"Pas grands choses."
How is it such
that the out of touch "not much"
ce n'est pas juste un peu?

2 comments:

Mom said...

I love your poem, Kristen! You ought to publish your memoirs as "Paris Externship Diaries" Mom

Shill and Company said...

All I can say is Oh no!