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.
