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Je Ne Comprends
Pas Français
it was a matter
of culture--
that was all there
was
to seeing those foreign
films from Fassbinder
to Goddard and back--
with little
subtitles so transparent
you couldn't read
them even if you tried--
i always made up
my
own plots revolving
around ugly dining room
ferns and Nazi SS experiments
and after two and
a half hours
of submarine claustrophobia or
homosexual erotica or little Lolita licking
long luscious lollipops i'd hug you a little
tighter and say let's go home
please i don't understand this.
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