Imprints

It’s so odd, don’t
you think?

The first thing I’d
like to do when I
exit the shower is
put on your worn
crewneck.
I’d rather wrap my
senses in the sweat
and the salt of our
own ocean than the
essence of warm
argon and amber.

So odd, isn’t it?
How all of the small
details in life can
fall to fabrication
with the cost of
something real.

– B.

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