The Bistro Incommunicado
has a special  Buy any two

apocrypha and take home
an omen today

Partisans bury their accordions
out back  Wistful French

accents seasoning their
demurrals  Yes I drove

the bread truck through
the checkpoint  No I did

not swallow my commas
and grow strong enough to bed

Giselle  We pay no mind
to their comparisons

For those in the know
failure is always exotic