Poems of the Week


by Nora Jay

“I went through a phase of carrying Camus and Sartre under my arm, thinking that would be irresistible.”
—Tracey Thorn, interviewed in The Guardian

I waited till Sartre linked arms with Camus:
Then I pounced, as you do:
Now we stroll round the Café de Flore, bras dessus
Bras dessous, bras dessous.