the same
perfume my grandmother used
to wear.
white linen. it was
exactly the same scent
gmaw wore.
it affected me
in a bad way.
i couldn't go there.
i started kissing
her on the cheek
and giving her short hugs,
patting her on the shoulder.
i wanted to help
her read the small print on
things, or adjust the antennae
on the tv.
here, i'd say to her,
taking her elbow, let me
assist you across the street.
there's a curb there,
step up.
sex? forget about it.
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