a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Now I understand why you always gave me perfume They must have felt like a reflection of yourself Sweet smelling, clinging to me – making me feel beautiful for a moment Then vapourise in an instant Can you ever get, if you never give? Will you ever understand? So many years have passed, yet I remember the scent A whiff remains on the leather strap of my watch, or maybe … Continue reading “Imaginary” →
See a drop of blood darken the snow Stare at a blinking light for hours Sit by the phone that never rings Stow away all the boxes Build a home with pillars of sawdust Make sure the floor is quicksand Slap the walls with posters of faith And then, paint the front door red Place your hand on the pulsating speaker Scream as loud as you can Submerge yourself in … Continue reading “Cryptex.” →