Adieu

*Jane Peterson*

Adieu

In
My
Other
Life
I would
Be
Living
Well
In
Gay 
Paree,
Singing
Piaf
And
Jacque
Brel, 
Giving
La
Publique
Hell,
Breaking
Every
Heart,
My
French 
So
Smart,
My
Couture,
My
Hats
And
Shoes
Enough 
To
Give
Faint
Bourgeoisie
The
Blues.
Ne
Me
Quitte
Pas
Would 
Be
My
Song,
That
And
Je
Suis
A
Toi.
Oh,
How
I long
To
Flee
Far
From
Everything
I see,
And
She,
The
Woman
Before
You
Calmly
Drinking
Tea,
Would
Not
Be
Me.