Origami City II

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