after the movie Le Bonheur, by Agnès Varda
François was not even surprised at himself.
How easy it was to switch from one happiness
to the next, like exchanging one book
on the shelf above the bed where he had spent
many hours with Thérèse, who loved him,
and sewed pretty dresses, and sang at night.
One day, François met Emilie, and told Thérèse:
Deal with it. I want to be happy with her.
Thérèse made love with François one last time,
out in the fields, her eyes were dry.
Then she drowned herself in the river.
Emilie put her book on the shelf
above the bed. She told him she loved him.
Happy, François now strolls along the river,
holding hands with his love, who wears a dead
woman’s necklace and doesn’t know, or care.