as she talks, her lips breath spring roses

during my trip, i became fascinated with religious painting.
from madrid to armenia to italy and my last days in barcelona,
i was seeking them out in museums.
i finally made it to the Uffizi gallery in Florence with my lovely guide,
Caterina, my favourite Fiorentina and among the gems on the walls
we viewed that day, this painting, Primavera by Botticelli really struck me.
i especially loved this detail, where Zephyrus, the god of winds, is in
pursuit of the nymph Chloris and she has vines and flowers coming out
of her mouth toward her Roman counterpart, Flora, the goddess of spring.
i remembered this Jean Paul Gaultier Spring 2007 Couture show and
pulled a few images to get me thinking about halloween.
jean paul gaultier spring 2007 couture
botticelli, primavera

those faces, they remember

this face i'd seen so many times

sat across from and shared with

watching emilia, she is always thinking

her hair back in braids, whitened now

she is mostly quiet but always thinking

i try to convey how my time spent with her those six years ago was so influential to me

i hope i did somehow

i attempt to explain in broken italian how i was nostalgic for her fig jam

and i made my version in her honor and now i make it every autumn

people here, remember me when they see me

that is a strange feeling

that they remember when they see me, until they see me they have forgotten