Zoe Rana Mungin Forever
Wings of Desire • City of Angels
Mave’s dream on 4.27.20 • a poem called Clouds by Colleen
April 2020
I was on vacation in Berlin with three other women.
A lot of time was spent in the hotel until I realized we should go out into the city.
One of their mothers was asleep in the bed.
I want to describe clouds for you
Copies of copies
This is a real slick movie move
I described a casino that I remembered from a past trip, because I wanted to find it.
The defining memory was that it had a ball pit. We took a taxi around the city to look for it.
I wonder why he’s the greatest dancer
Everyone does something right before they lie
Timing is present
Do you just know when to love a person
The secret of style is in combination
Picture my amazement
One of my friends was taking pictures of us.
I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand, then I put them into my mouth.
I realized I probably looked weird, so I took them out.
They left a taste like the sweet part of a blade of grass.
Then it was a different day and I was in a living room with Speed era Keanu.
He was collaborating with us for a zine.
He had been taking photos every day in different outfits, and showed them to me.
Then we were sitting on the couch and he was telling me a recipe for weed cookies while being interviewed by a journalist.
All was built as a chamber and became a corridor
Sight and weight but not physical
A silent line made across the eye
I was dreaming of Berlin because I fell asleep watching Wings of Desire.
I want to go back to the Madonna Inn even though it lacks a ball pit and isn’t a casino.
I miss fresh cut flowers, and think I need to look interesting when I have my picture taken.
Keanu is my masculine ideal and my angel.
Quality is a texture in the pattern
Honesty is your feeling
When you look up you mirror the sky