Everything is so familiar. And so strange.
I am here, I am not here. I am, and I am not at all.
Then your hand passes through me.
And I think, what a wonderful reminder.
And ask, how have you conjured these bones?
And night replies, perfume.
Recently Banned Literature, February 5, 2018
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Categories: Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Bones, Chance Meetings, Hands, Night, Perfume, Poems, Poetry