Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Perchance: a poem from POETRY

Perchance, do you have a spare something, an extra
Orange that I could rub against my fingernail until
Everyone in the room turns to look at me
To see who is creating that lovely smell
Really, most people love the smell of oranges, only
You do not, preferring the smell of babies after their evening bath.

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