Forgetfulness
i. through the eye of this coffee shop, schoolchildren crossing a bridge glint off the glass, chattering. thoughts caught up in little more than the mundane, little less than the ninth birthday party we forget when we’re twenty. fragments of pink cream candles and faces of yesterday.
Temporalities
i. The Louvre, Paris and we are gilded spires opaque pearlescent rounds smooth skimmed surfaces you could hold under your tongue set into a crown and call jewels. a feeling of falling mid-breath, a hazy periphery and a spotlight. we are tilting, scintillating in light slowed in mind’s
