Parfum Extrait
Apricot, Bergamot, Black Sacra Frankincense, Black Walnut, Blue Cypress, Boswellia Papyrifera, Chamomile, Chrysanthemum, Clove Bud, Cumin, Gentiana, Golden Ambergris, Hay, Lavender Absolute, Mastic, Mysore Sandalwood, Oakmoss Absolute, Opoponax, Orange Blossom, Patchouli, Peach, Rue, Sweet Basil, Tonka, Vetiver, White Ambergris, White Pepper, Ylang Ylang Absolute, ZedoaryI borrowed Tamura’s hat for the funeral because mine had a moth hole and I did not want to be looked at. He said to keep it as long as I liked, which I took as a form of words.
The band inside is where it all is. Dry grass first, a barn in October, then something bitter that I took for medicine, the kind a grandmother makes you drink from a cup with a chip. There is clove, and cumin, which smells of a man’s collar by late afternoon, and I would sooner not have noticed. Walnut hulls stain the fingers brown, and the hat seems to do the same to the forehead, though that may be my imagination. At the very back is a sweetness like the inside of a biscuit tin, which seems unfair to a hat worn to a burial.
He has not asked for it. I have started wearing it to the post office.
Dedicated to:
Alexander the Great by Theo Angelopoulos.
Parfum Extrait
Apricot, Bergamot, Black Sacra Frankincense, Black Walnut, Blue Cypress, Boswellia Papyrifera, Chamomile, Chrysanthemum, Clove Bud, Cumin, Gentiana, Golden Ambergris, Hay, Lavender Absolute, Mastic, Mysore Sandalwood, Oakmoss Absolute, Opoponax, Orange Blossom, Patchouli, Peach, Rue, Sweet Basil, Tonka, Vetiver, White Ambergris, White Pepper, Ylang Ylang Absolute, ZedoaryI borrowed Tamura’s hat for the funeral because mine had a moth hole and I did not want to be looked at. He said to keep it as long as I liked, which I took as a form of words.
The band inside is where it all is. Dry grass first, a barn in October, then something bitter that I took for medicine, the kind a grandmother makes you drink from a cup with a chip. There is clove, and cumin, which smells of a man’s collar by late afternoon, and I would sooner not have noticed. Walnut hulls stain the fingers brown, and the hat seems to do the same to the forehead, though that may be my imagination. At the very back is a sweetness like the inside of a biscuit tin, which seems unfair to a hat worn to a burial.
He has not asked for it. I have started wearing it to the post office.
Dedicated to:
Alexander the Great by Theo Angelopoulos.