Friday, October 24, 2008

Chanel º0

Maybe one day I'll fly out the window like a stream of perfume. I'll waft over the roofs tops and mingle with smoke stacks, absorbing particles of all different kinds. My scent will change; it will leave bits and pieces scattered across the sky and in between unseen surfaces. After years of travelling through a world of smells, I will have dispersed and weakened. But, I will be in every breath you take.

1 comment:

Shelly said...

this is very anne carson-esque of you