by Camille Pellicer There is a strange girl in my body, It’s not me, I swear, twirling around my gentle neck, Brisk and discreet She whispers to my ear  Alas my dear, it’s too late to disappear I am alone and perplex with this strange alien in me Is she a guest or a hateful … Lire la suite de There is a strange girl in my body // Les poèmes de Camille