days and hours later
my hands
still smell
of orange
my fingers
flicker like
paper birds (into my hair)
and as they pass
they are
your eyes,
like somebody
who is lost.
smelling like vanilla
i saw
your dad today he
was pouring coffee
and it
made me remember
the food,
and the back of your
head
with its plumage i
used to hold it inside mine, but
then it flew
away...
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