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La Chanson Des Baguettesby Antonia ClarkI went to France for les baguettes,those fragrant, crusty loaves of bread, to eat my fill without regret. I knew, in Paris, I would get le meilleur pain and I would spread butter and jam on les baguettes. I searched boulangeries to whet my appetite. I’d heard it said, en France, one eats without regret. And that is how, one day, I met a lusty baker who turned my head with promises of les baguettes. And after a brief tête-à-tête, he led me to his soft French bed where we devoured without regret. Ah, mes amis, you know I let him love me well, leave me well fed. I went to France for les baguettes and learned to live without regret.
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Antonia Clark is a medical writer for a medical software company in Burlington, Vermont. She has previously published short stories and essays, and has taught creative writing in community college and adult education programs; currently she is co-administrator of an online poetry forum, The Waters. Her poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in The Pedestal Magazine, kaleidowhirl, Rattle, Stirring and Tipton Poetry Journal.