Champagne Nights


Poems / Thursday, October 19th, 2017

christopher troy champagne

 

“Champagne kills the pain

So murder-us.”

 

Those were the words swimming in Manet’s head when he saw her that night, her face and the apathy pouring over it. Champagne and color, both in copious amounts, were necessary to capture the impression she left on him. Of this, I am certain.

 

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