I Like Nabokov Too
Some guy told me I should learn to love the things I hate
Not in a Christian bland simplistic way
It was about books but I think it could apply to anything
He said you should read writers you hate
We were in a nightclub in some disgusting place
The music was cheap and loud, but not in a funny way
His girlfriend was smoking a cigarette, a few feet away
Then a boy interrupted to talk to me about his ex
And how smart I was because I read
And that was it
I turned away to watch people dance
Then I wondered how the hell I was supposed to love them
By reading them?
No
But maybe I could write them
Cléa Fernandes is a French poet, writer and lyricist who studied research in Bordeaux, focusing on “Female Youth and Madness” in contemporary literature. She explores female experience, madness, friendship, and queer erotica through her work.
