Right now
I smell
like new books.
My hands
scented and stained
with typewritten words
and eloquent
ideas.
Right now
I smell
like poetry,
bukowski and gregson,
and the words I couldn’t say
nor write.
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Right now
I smell
like new books.
My hands
scented and stained
with typewritten words
and eloquent
ideas.
Right now
I smell
like poetry,
bukowski and gregson,
and the words I couldn’t say
nor write.
