Aquitaine

there in the camp site showers

using the long echo of the place

some young fellas

were doing impressions

of de niro from taxi driver

you talkin’ to me?

you talkin’ to me?

but their French accents

were getting in the way

that & the giggles

so from behind my door

I answered low

well

the who else you talkin’ to?

I’m the only one here…

the echo dwindled

as the silence grew

& I felt it best if I left

who the fuck do you think

you’re talkin’ to

for maybe another day

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