SCENT

SEPTEMBER 15, 2014

Perfume circled around the room like a loon.

drunk and dizzy with instinct, and charming discomfort.

It was deep and etched

into the presence of strangers.

We crashed into it.

our bodies claiming every scent, person and purpose in the room.

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