This is an origami city and
sometimes the lines
have been folded over so many times
if I run my thumb along once again
the washi paper rubbed so thin
I could trace these terraces
with half closed eyes
layers underneath starting
to show through (to show their lines)
I went to a show at Meow
and there's this place I used to go -
Next door, above whats now
a Japanese restaurant
I lean back, try to see the second floor
those beauful old windows
This was a special place once
We used to dance, we used to -
I just see office desks now
through dust-filmed windows
this space used to be
ours
It's Valentine's Day and I'm meeting
a new friend at an old haunt
and this is a love letter
to my origami city
this wind swept place of
outsiders and playful hipsters
artist and realists
this the only city
that ever stole my heart
February 14th, 2020