a memory is not a static image

each retrieval grows more fantastically false

maybe you remember a room with a high victorian ceiling

an avocado tree growing in the window

And it was just starting to be dawn in September

but if you ask her

she will tell you

in her well built blonde way

It was high noon in low winter in a white hotel room

there was a bowl of cold imported cherries on the bedside table

and you were the one who was sleeping

the truth is the fluidity of the moment between you

you both directed it

and you can remember anything

whether it happened or not

tobacco.  leather.  musk.  jasmine.  
grass.  pepper.   cardamom

80 / 15ml