grave rubbings on a windy day. arm in arms strolls as the air vents in the sidewalk kick up our skirts. superlative lime tart. tart-est. kicking feet over the edge of the quai. first stay, then go. excess of printed materials. le désir humain est d'un profondeur insondable. et toi, qui gémisse et arche le dos aux eaux murmurant. flicker and eddy. surface, breathe. viens-là.

hanna has returned north, my blonde haired onda tvilling. left me a bead from venice, a brooch from lund, a half bottle of jameson, and piles of swedish honey. somewhere in the misty woods she is crowned in lilacs, with a red berry on each finger.

every body finds where it belongs. and to whom.





somewhere in clouds, she is crowned in lilacs. somewhere in sand, our mouths are full of sunshine and saliva. missed a train, missed a camel. hump us off somewhere. all roads lead to wherever it says on your return ticket. los angeles. take me to angels, i've seen enough.