used to wear
the same perfume she's wearing.
which stops
me in my tracks.
i don't know if i can do this.
i stop nuzzling
her neck.
i see my grand mother
watching Liberace
on tv.
sitting at the table
eating melba toast
and drinking tea.
prune juice.
i see the poodle on her lap.
i see the lipstick
on her teeth.
i cringe and back away,
i'm confused. distressed.
my grandmother smelled
exactly like that.
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