Sunday, 7 February 2010

"Hungers"

Selena was hungry for something different
she had seen long, lean years
eating little, filling up on soup and coffee
caffeine rush to the toilet, cigarette smoke erases odor.
Smoke obliterates everything it touches, leaving its body all over
you can smell it for days after, the way it gets under your eyes, your teeth, your fingernails.
The smell like a dream half-remembered, that he longed to re-enter
a doorway, spiced and scented
Open, suggestive, like a wound or someone else's diary
Or a sandwich she told you not to eat.

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