sit like warm garlic on my tongue
warm garlic from the strip of green
underneath the concrete of my old window
are you too growing green?
the scent of you brushed against me
in the market place and I am too warm
too much skin and pavement and sound
pushing against me
where did the breeze get your smell?
it is too much to bear
this message from home
with no return address.
it is too much to bear
this message from home
with no return address.
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