Week 9 (February 26-04)

printed matter | the scent of roses directs my senses to the wax packed in the corner of a room drop by drop slow fire consumes perception

(an unusual day desires an unusual memory)

the L train isn't running

the days / as days do / the days return /
i turned 25 / times / around the sun /
the number is nothing / special /
it's that memory / that keeps replaying / 
i keep becoming / remembered / 
returned / to a new start / closer / 
that old end / awaits / all of us / 
my father too / compl…