Scents And Sensibility
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Susan Lacovara
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I like the covers turned down
Kicked away
No matter the season
While the breeze from my open bedroom window
Allows for the reentry of your ghost
First gift
I ever gave you
A lavender sachet
In the shape of a corset
Hoping you'd recall the scent of my hair
No matter where you'd lay your head
You hung it from the rear view mirror
Of a truck that had too much mileage on it
I remember you selling that truck
But keeping the corset
I know you still remember the scent of my hair
Though you try to forget it
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