Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Sense Rewired

by Ari Collins

My father's admonishments smell like fresh pumpernickel. Wearing corduroy tastes of orange curry. Your shampoo's cherry aroma tickled the backs of my knees. The taste of your lips rolled green waves across my vision. Watching you walk away sounded like a bee under a plastic cup, the buzzes and bangs receding into your waiting cab.

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