Translation —
To The Editors of The Shade:
I was taking a shit,
Attempting to lose weight
Eyeing a spidering spot on the wall
I was reminded of the shit
That had been weighing me down
On my way to hitting this wall
Not the easy shit
Like bills or relationships
Not the tough shit
Like guilt or fear of failure
But the weight of the silence
Of my screaming dreams
Now faded, sepia-soaked –
Forgotten
I remember a big ass pink el dorado
From a book about the end
of our dreams
I flushed and found comfort in
The notion that I’m not the
Only loser on this orient express
M. Henault
