Wrist Impact

March 7, 2009
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i get high (immense, towering)
from vanilla fragrance.
lingers on angular wrists,
smudged by crummy fingertips.
callow nostrils breathe it in
and breathe out memories, hymns
it attaches to cotton,
clasps onto wool
unites with linen.
soulfully universal.
memorial for your delicate frame.
barricade the clarion windows,
imitation of your limbs bathed in vanilla
hold the cremation dedication

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