sun drowned in grey clouds
a big yolk separator
that’s what the sky needs
small gurgling of pipes
he rises on his elbow
she fluffs the pillow
a point-blank question
just before the coffee kick
trigger happy hour
a burned slice of bread
popping out of the toaster
as if in answer
Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in Frogpond, Indian Review, Frostwriting, The Bangalore Review, The Scrambler, The Merida Review, The Four Quarters Magazine, Seltzer, Overpass Books, Dagda Publishing, Silver Birch Press and StepAway Magazine, among others.
