If I Were To Frenchify Myself
If I were to frenchify myself
I would walk more often
Maybe to work.
It is only twenty-seven miles.
But how would I get over the river?
Would I want to walk on
Interstate bridges?
If I were to frenchify myself
I would wear a jaunty red beret
perched on my head at an angle while I paint.
People would smile and say
“I did not know she was French” and
my Irish self would smirk.
If I were to frenchify myself
I would lose eighty pounds and
eat vegetables and maybe a fruit.
I would make love on the Rivera
and speak all of my French words.
French toast, French kissing, and FrenchFries.
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