I met you in a kiosk selling tickets and illustrated guides to the city

You were attracted to me and told me so

Within weeks we were sharing an apartment in the 5^th Arrondissement

One morning you told me you were bisexual

And loved a girl called Stephanie

I told you that I did not mind and quite approved of Sapphic love

You accused me of being like all the other coffee beans

And threw me from the window

I was crushed by a passing truck

Happy in the knowledge that my home country

Was again enjoying peace