already wise to the foolishnesses of april

listening: roboxulla, the jealous girlfriends
learning: first in the morning & last thing at night

"...this passage reminded me of me remembering you."

a smile in passing, a perhaps - you've seemed indifferent (all the same) since our promises of friendship glowed dim. you are oblivious from the other side of bibliographic barricades, whenever you walk by my stifled downtown windows. now you break silence, shatter it with pigeon-houses, submarine species, belles-lettres. and not regret, not pity, not a hundred thousand things. i gave you just enough for poetry; my offering was art.

this week, i will never stop studying. curling in the library corners, i read about italian renaissance philosophy and eat my breakfast (image one) with bresson's films (image two). the noses of may flowers wet, wet in the rain. origami text taking obtuse thought-shapes as i walk through the dusk & quiet. silk & tweed & ocean are gentle on my face.