Dog Rose

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

Unless… Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.

Dog Rose

w/ Johanna Blank, Morgan Ritter, Iko & Matt Machado, Alice Fiorelli, Anton N. Halla,
6footstranger, Brayden van Meurs, Angelika Vardalou

Curated by Torre, Zhang and Anna
Photographed by Leif P
Poem by Anna Akhmatova

With special thanks to Sri Mariamman Kovil