Canonized Smell |
Issue 14
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Already ink and night replace, and I try to trace her through laundry.
You barely but I smell you on my sheets, Destroy you in my breath and arms, Rejuvenating resurrecting thoughts race dream against inevitability. Stop sniffing and savoring crack that’s already gone, Breath in eternal pages and retread sad lover boy, “You are perfect” and lost today, “Hey”, you and hay hair go away please, I won’t swear. |
Wyatt Strawbridge is a casual Quaker, writer, and editor, born originally in Chicago and living in Haverford, PA. Wyatt is a sophomore English and Russian double major at Kenyon College, an editor for Lyceum Magazine, and has work forthcoming in Corporeal Magazine.
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