estee lauder, youth-dew

 

 

 

On my mothers dresser are so many empty perfume bottles.

I thought of bottles as disposible when empty, with the exception,

they were once filled with uranium 235 or bio-waste.

She wanted to tell me a story of scents

but the interfluve of dads picture,

she and he standing not even inches apart

and looking in a similar direction between

galaxies,

raised her arm and passed, gradually,

a retired bottle by my face.

See what carries on between the

continents, she said.

 

I laid down in the small room with

the bowl of dusty filberts,

nic-nacks and worn toys

hoping to recall;

 

little brown boy,

take me back.

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[sienikeha]

sad. dewheavy. nicely done.
ps. had to look up interfluve. good word choice.