When I was little I tried several times to look for this
City on the map…
My hands followed the boundaries
In a meticulous and silent manner,
as you do when you caress a body you love.

My mother was born in France
So it’s written on the identity card…

Harnes didn’t exist on the map,
at least the one I was looking for…

Despite my constant ramblings about
Lines of border,
I could only imagine her