Rap & Revelrye: “Arigâteaux” – Honi Cooke



I closed my eyes on the Luas the morning after

minus the grandeur of the night before.

I didn’t want to feel real there.

Not like in the night, when it was all I wanted and all I knew.

Or all I thought I knew.


I felt a lukewarm draft at the

hospital stop; a collective


of uncertainty. Mutual. En masse.


Not knowing what’s wrong won’t stop you

troubling other people with it.

Not knowing what you want to eat won’t stop you from

spending money on it anyway.

Knowing your bottle of water is

leaking in your bag won’t stem the

flow. Or stop it from destroying the postcard that Japanese couple gave you because you were “so beautiful.”

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