17 February2024
Montmartre casualty
i just moved into a new place
and wanted to make it so that
it’s an extension of the self.
i have scoured the Seine for its bouquinistes
and now that video store for a David Lynch
memento, or such of that sort
because house making is a labor of love.
you see it had been raining
and i plod the path with my practiced gait.
but nothing prepares you for such a moment as
hearing a crack reverberate
to the backdrop of your sister’s shrill cries
as you slip down a cobblestone path
in Montemartre on a rainy day.
500 seconds inside a second
screaming a thousand soundless words
at the log that is your body
and your arms are nowhere to be found
and you slam your face first
and your head bounces back
with a neck like rubber.
and wanted to make it so that
it’s an extension of the self.
i have scoured the Seine for its bouquinistes
and now that video store for a David Lynch
memento, or such of that sort
because house making is a labor of love.
you see it had been raining
and i plod the path with my practiced gait.
but nothing prepares you for such a moment as
hearing a crack reverberate
to the backdrop of your sister’s shrill cries
as you slip down a cobblestone path
in Montemartre on a rainy day.
500 seconds inside a second
screaming a thousand soundless words
at the log that is your body
and your arms are nowhere to be found
and you slam your face first
and your head bounces back
with a neck like rubber.