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James Anderson

Côte d'Azur

we're going to be rich
you'll sell another book
we'll get out
of this hole
buy a car
pack our things
and drive and drive and drive

you'll be on TV
me too your adoring other
and all New York
will be at our feet
after ignoring us
through three novels
1 baby
2 breakdowns

we'll go to the Côte d'Azur
drink white wine
pose with the stars
be handsome and pretty
and this time
only sleep
with each

©2010 by James Anderson

Poetry by James Anderson has appeared in The Yellow Medicine Review and Slow Trains. He lives in a hippie neighborhood in South Minneapolis, and is forced to slave away in a downtown office as a financial analyst. Slave might not be the word, but the coffee is very bad. .

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