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Apr 2016
I pretend your smell
Walks the same blocks that I do
Home. Kindled under street lamp.
Or sleeps in my passenger seat,
Underneath fingernails and
Seeping through my palm.

I also pretend to know what your smell is.
When I remember how I don't know
I pretend I'll find out tomorrow,
Reaching for the smallest wisps
Traveling down jet stream and Lake Effect crispness.
Probably not finished, and I probably won't finish it.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  Northern Michigan
(Northern Michigan)   
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   Parker J Birr
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