•39/ After multiple washings, towels carry a scent of discarded proteins, of little cellular deaths, rank waters rising— but Brendan’s shirts sustain the sensation of fresh patchouli, of divine oils anointing the forehead or neck, maintaining as aspect of the sacred, the holy.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Little Cellular Deaths
Rearranged a series of verses— casual revisions; yet new phrasings emerged to reinforce the theme of Brendan, the child, mirroring Apollo, the deity. Our boy motions through the days with similar angry forces, demanding, dictating a high expectation for satiating his needs. There are times he is is inconsolable, aggravated at the foolish world he finds himself bound to.