The cat is back.
at the Notre Dame
I didn't go in it but I did go inside
the shakespeare and co bookstore
and there was writing on the wall
and?
and...
Frank O'Hara, slightly leaning, legless, almost all the way up the stairwell—
they say you can't take photos but Im telling you I tried to take his
grab him by his ears and go reeling around the Latin Quarter until I'm stopped
sunk again in memory of you—how you'd have loved to see us
going everywhere you and I were meant to go together
instead you’re gone and I’m here and nowhere near the Champs Elysees
which you tell me is spoken not at all the way it’s written but exactly how it’s felt
between trees we are
beginning and beginning
our days as we end
to become something
as the birds are as the worms
to breathe after death
between each other
going up in sunlight
as the evergreens
A–Z of names generated by AI to express their 'digital, cosmic, or data-driven essences':
Dystopian dreams (after Nick Monfort's Taroko Gorge)